Chapter Twelve
It had taken two days to convince Ursula of the desperation of the situation. She had some reservations, but was desperate enough to try anything. She wanted to fix this, she needed her son back and was finally at the point in which she would do anything in her power to get it done. “I’m ready. Let’s do this.” There was still reservations in her voice, but he was ready to jump into action.
“I’m sorry that we have to do it this way.”
She hung her head, not really ready to tell him what she was feeling, but knowing that it had to be out in the open. “I would rather find him dead than have him live his life in the hands of people that hate him. He’s my son and he deserves to be loved.”
He placed his forefinger under chin and lifted her head so that he could examine her face
