Janie had only been at camp for five days, her first time away from home, hoping for summer adventure with her cousins. But the Guadalupe River’s sudden surge turned the camp into chaos. Janie was remembered not just for the necklace, but for her kindness in those final days — comforting homesick kids, offering a smile, and being a helper until the end.
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