Three Days Later
I knew all the stats backwards and forwards now. I knew the success rates of agencies getting your kids back. I knew the cost associated with it. I knew that if Jessica had taken them to a country that wasn’t in compliance with the US, we could potentially never see them again.
I had come back home once I heard that the boys were missing. There was no way in hades I was staying in that hospital when my boys needed me. For days, my stomach had been churning with the thoughts of them being out somewhere without me. My arms ached for Maverick. The house was dead quiet without August’s constant chatter.
“Please, Lord, send them back to me.” I was picking up random bits of feathers from the ground as I paced back and forth in the great room. The boys had done a pretty fantas
