He hugged me. I thought he truly forgave me. I had been so worried, but he seemed calm. That night, I even felt grateful to have such a composed husband.
When summer came, Lily, who was eight years old, needed to go to camp. Ethan didn’t bother with it, so I drove her there myself.
But on my way back, I got a call from kidnappers:
“Your daughter is with us. If you know what’s good for you, come get her. Otherwise, she’ll die young.”
“Mommy, save me! I don’t want this, I’m so scared!”
Her voice broke my heart. I wasn’t even home yet and frantically tried calling Ethan, but his phone was off. I even called his mother repeatedly, but no one answered. I had no choice but to go rescue Lily myself.
When I saw the gang leader and his men, I froze. Over a dozen men surrounded Lily, who was crying her heart out, tears streaming like a waterfall.
“Mommy, you finally came! I was so scared.”
“Let her go, or I’ll call the police!”
I threatened them, but they didn’t move.
“Lady, turn around.”
I looked back to see the path I came from blocked, the underground garage doors locked, people closing in. We were trapped.
“Lily!! Are you okay?”
Suddenly Lily broke free and ran into my arms. I held her tightly.