Damian had already left to go to the police, but every second he was gone felt like an eternity.
Racheal was alone in the house, the silence deafening, except for the sound of her own erratic breathing. She was waiting patiently for feedback while on a call with her uncle.
"Uncle Clark Victor took him away! Victor took Jamal!" She cried out again, her voice breaking. Her hand flew to her mouth as she gasped for air, trying to contain the sheer terror clawing at her chest. "I don't know what to do anymore!"
The line crackled as her Uncle Clark tried to process what she was saying, his voice full of disbelief. "What? Rachael, what happened? How did this happen? How? How?" His voice grew more frantic with each question, unable to comprehend the nightmare unfolding.
Rachael sank onto the
