Macy:
“The honeymoon is over; I have to get back to trying to find Sara.” I tried to wiggle from between them. I’m thirty-five weeks pregnant and still no closer to finding her.
“Come on, little mouse. Just stay here.” Creed snuggled his face into my stomach, kissing our daughter’s kicking feet.
“We only have a few weeks left; do you really want to try to find Sara after she is born?” Before he could answer me, my phone rang, flashing Clara’s name across the screen. It’s almost three in the morning, and Clara never calls me… she emails.
“Clara?” Devious laughter rang across the speakers at my question. I didn’t have to guess again. I knew who this was. What I didn’t know was why she had Clara’s phone.
“Sara, what have you done?” If Clara or her family is harmed, she will have left
