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Tracy could not sleep. Her mind was on overload as questions came and went in rapid progression, several crowding her thought process at once, each jostling for prominence at the forefront of her mind. Complete and utter confusion was a benign description of what was going on inside her head. Still, through the confusion of uncertainty and doubt, she was still focused enough to realise she had the welfare of eleven young children in her hands.
Her doubts and apprehension, instigated earlier in the day by her conversation with her captor, had been at the forefront of her mind since, and now, while it was late at night, she doubted sleep would come at all. She massaged her temples with her fingers as the first signs of a tension headache began to throb behind her eyes.
She lay on her m
