The phone seemed to weigh a thousand pounds as I clutched it tightly, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. Emma’s trembling voice haunted me, reverberating in my mind with a chilling echo. The miles that separated us felt insurmountable, yet I knew I had to bridge them as swiftly as possible. Time was of the essence, and I was determined to protect my daughter.
As I sat on the edge of the hotel bed, the room felt like it was closing in on me. Disbelief mixed with anger and fear, creating a volatile cocktail of emotions within me. My mind raced through the possibilities, the what-ifs, and the could-bes. I couldn’t let fear paralyze me. Emma needed her mother, and I had to be there for her now more than ever.
Mark’s dismissive attitude infuriated me. How could he not see what was happening right under his nose? Or perhaps he chose not to see it, preferring to live in a world where his life was uncomplicated and free of drama. But this wasn’t about him; it was about Emma’s safety and well-being.
