ABBY POV
I stop a taxi, I give him the address of the school, I insulted Mrs. Ashely in my blind rage that she is just as worried as me, she is also a victim, but she should have called me before handing the child over to someone else. My son.
My hands were shaking, I felt my heart in my mouth, I needed to know who took him. When I got to the living room, Mrs. Ashely was crying, her guilt was eating her up, that was all she needed to start crying too.
"Like she was? Describe her to me, please.” I begged, wanting to have a picture of that woman.
“She was tall, and…” her description was useless, very basic, I couldn't imagine someone with that description.
The other teachers started looking for Zion in areas near the school, I did the same, I helped them look for him. I called the polic
