“You’ve called the police?” Branson was frantically pacing through the foyer. He and Griffith had near exploded when they found that Olivia had let Jessica remove the boys from the farm.
“It’s not her fault.” I had moaned into my hands. “I wasn’t here to protect them. How can she be held responsible for something she knew nothing about?” Banging my head into my hands, I thought to myself how stupid it was to put her in this position without the knowledge that she needed to properly do her job.
“I can’t just sit here, Ashley!” Griffith clapped his hands together. “Maybe I could cut them off?”
I was racking my brain to think of places they would go. Checking my phone for the thousandth time to see if she’d called to answer at least one of the messages I had left her, I laid the phone
