Michael
I stared at my daughter’s necklace in Camilla’s hand. It sent a wave of panic through me. What had they done to get her to comply? I was certain Isabella would have asked for me or refused to go with them.
I found myself praying to whatever deity might be out there that my daughter was safe. My muscles tightened and a wave of anger ran through me. I hated whoever had done this, and I would make them pay. Of that I was certain.
As I looked at Camilla, I could see her eyes were glossy and her cheeks were wet. I could see how torn up she was. I was certain she cared about all the children, but I knew for sure she was just as worried about Isabella as I was. I loved her desperately for that.