Possible short story

My younger sister lost her doll at once. It had been dark when we ran into the field to look for Bradley and we stumbled over many rocks. Once she realized she had dropped it in the night, the dog became of secondary priority. She began to wail and shake with such an insurmountable fury that my father was forced to call off the entire search in favor of returning the cabin to calm her with hot coco.

We returned, the three of us a broken party.