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Margot had lost track of how many times Sandy had paused their conversation to pray for Becky’s safety. While her friend talked to God, Margot kept her eye on the clock. When was the detective going to call back with more news?
Becky was in Las Vegas. Margot texted Jack to let him know, but she still hadn’t heard back. Figured.
Las Vegas. How could her little girl have ended up so far away from home?
Please let her be safe. Sandy’s prayers were long and eloquent, flowing with trust and hope and beautiful phrases that sounded as if they could have been taken directly from the Bible. Margot’s prayers by contrast were short and succinct.
Bring her home.
That was the only thing that mattered.
Sandy gave her hand a squeeze. “Are you doing okay?” she asked.
No, Margot wasn’t doin
