"Mom," she whispers, her voice cracking.
I sit up slightly, my hand brushing over her shoulder. "We’re going to find her, Nicole," I say firmly. "We’re not stopping until we do."
Nicole sits up fully, pulling the blanket around herself. "I—I shouldn’t have slept," she mutters, her voice laced with guilt. "I should’ve been doing something—looking, calling someone—"
"Hey," I interrupt, my tone steady but gentle. "You needed the rest. We all did. Now we’re going to pick up where we left off and keep moving forward."
Nicole nods her head, though her lips trembled. She glances at the clock on the bedside table. "The others… do you think they’ve found anything yet?"
"I don’t know," I admit, swinging my legs off the bed and standing. "But we’ll find out soon enough. Let’s get ready. We’ve go
