I don't know how may times I re-read that text hoping to fully understand what was behind it. If he knew who took my daughter he should have just told me instead of riddling me as if we were playing some stupid game. A kid was without her mother, why was he acting like this was a game?
Martha walked back in and she seemed to be down or pissed.
"Baby ..." I said and she sighed, "I'm going to go to bed. Sleep well Mrs Joel."
"Martha..." I tried to stop her but she left either way.
I looked at my mom confused and she sighed, "Go check if she's okay and I'll clean up here and go to sleep too."
I kissed her forehead and then headed to my bedroom upstairs.
When I got there Martha was fixing our bed. I put my phone on the side of my bed and then sat at the corner, "What was Robert saying..
