Sarah stood in Rachel's kitchen, staring at her phone. The unknown number had called again. Five times in the last hour.
Emma sat at the table, coloring a picture of their old house. She drew three stick figures in front of it. Mommy. Daddy. Emma. All smiling.
"Mommy, when can we go home?" Emma asked without looking up.
Sarah's throat tightened. "I don't know, baby."
"Is Daddy coming to get us?"
"I don't know that either."
Emma finally looked up. Her eyes were red from crying too much. "I miss him."
"Me too." Sarah sat down beside her daughter. "Me too."
Rachel walked in from the living room. She'd been watching the news again. Her face was pale.
"Sarah, we need to talk."
"Not now, Rachel."
"Yes, now." Rachel glanced at Emma. "Sweetie, can you go play in your room for a bit? The
