Even though there was much yelling and cursing on the phone when my brothers were told of the child's disappearance, I am a little relieved that they know.
I have started thinking about where to start looking for her next when my phone rings. Looking at the screen, my eyes widen in surprise. I know this number by heart, and I am tempted to reject the call.
I stare at the phone for a moment before I tell myself to answer and hear what he has to say. Maybe I can share the news of Daisy's disappearance and he would help look for her. He has the resources to find her faster than us.
"Frank, who gave you my number? I don't want any communication with you!" I say cooly the moment I hit the answer button.
"Is that the way to greet your husband after months of not talking to him?" He says. Ho
