She entered the building and heard the sound of voices coming from upstairs. She took the staircase and tried not to make a sound. She felt her heart racing as she reached the top of the stairs. She saw the door at the end of the hallway and knew that her kid was probably being held in one of the rooms.
She walked towards the door and slowly turned the handle. She pushed the door open and found herself in a large bedroom. She saw him sitting on the bed and looked scared. She rushed over to him and swept him into her arms.
“Mommy’s here,” she whispered as she held him tightly. He hugged her back with tears streaming down his face. “Mom, I'm scared,” he whispered. She held him tightly and truer to comfort him. “It's okay, baby. Mommy is here now. We're going to get out of here and go home
