Michael
My heart was racing both from running to get into position and the anxiety I felt. I hadn’t seen Isabella on the camera, and there was a dark worry inside of me.
I couldn’t let myself think like that, though. I had to tell myself she was there and I just didn’t see her. I wondered if Camilla felt the same haunted anxiety about it.
I needed to stay focused but I could only picture Isabella’s tearful face screaming for me. I could hardly bear it. I shook my head and tried to shake the image out.
I looked at Camilla beside me. She seemed ready and I hoped she wouldn’t run into too much trouble when she got into the container with the children. I felt better knowing she had her gun and that she knew how to defend herself, but I still hoped that she didn’t have to. It was hard enough they had my daughter, but now I was risking the love of my life to get her back.