As we all set off to gather our belongings for the trip south, Brooke and Mason stayed back in the living room, discussing a few of their options. I couldn't help but wonder. We are now one step closer to finding Ella. My sweet baby Ella. Not a day went by that I didn't think of her tiny little hands or her button nose. Her soft cries before feeding time, or now she looked at us with her big grey eyes.
I sighed as I continued packing our bags. We weren't sure how long we would be out there for, but in any case, I brought all of my cards and some spare cash if we needed to shop. No doubt Brooke would want to.
The door to our room opened as Brooke walked in, virtually unfazed. Her eyes told a different story—one of sadness and pent-up guilt.
"Love, what's wrong?" I asked, setting down the
