“Stacey-Ann.” Ellie stirred awake, her daughter’s name on her lips.
“Ellie?” Carson had helplessly watched her wake up like this for two weeks.
It was killing him faster, than not knowing where his daughter was. He was a father and a husband. His main duty in life was to his family, to protect and keep them safe, but he felt like a spectator. He was a b****y FBI agent for crying out loud! How was it possible he could help others, but when it came to his family he failed time and time again? What good was he if he couldn’t even keep his family safe? And now, they were cursed to spend every waking hour in the bureau and passing the night on the couch in his office, waiting for a lead to his daughter.
Ellie opened her eyes and stared at him, “Where is she?”
“Ellsa still has her.”
Ellie
