We were left alone since they realized that we were the wrong people. Zach, thankfully, wasn't chained up so when he woke up, scared and shaking, I called him to sit on my lap.
"Mom are we going to die?" He looked at me with his innocent brown eyes that were filled with fear. He lay his head on my chest, wrapping his hands around my neck and snuggling close to me for protection.
I nuzzled his hair with my chin. "No my darling. We're not going to die. Think of this as a game okay, where the bad people got the good people but remember help always comes to the good people, okay?" He nodded, his grip tightening around my neck. I kissed his hair and nudged him to look at me.
"Okay, Mommy. I'm hungry. Do the good guys get any food?" He innocently looked up at me. His eyes heavy with hope. I
