“This is serious. Why report it now? If the suspect comes after you again…” he started to say.
I let out a bitter laugh. “They won’t. Even the kidnapper knows I have no value to Ross. Hurting me doesn’t affect him at all.”
I pleaded with the officer to check the security footage, explaining that my best friend and I had lost our babies during the incident and survived a landslide on our own.
His face softened with sympathy.
“Don’t worry, Ms. Baker. We’ll do our best to get to the bottom of this.”
Outside the station, we saw a new post from Winnie: [A little angel, 6 pounds and 3 ounces, has come into my life!]
In the comments, Ross chimed in: [Godfather number one, reporting for duty!]
Sean added [Godfather number two, here too!]
A pang of irony struck me. If they ever found out they’d lost their own children, I wondered, would it even matter to them?
Exhausted from the day’s ordeal, my friend and I returned to the small apartment I’d lived in before I married.
When I turned my phone back on, a series of missed calls from Ross popped up.
I decided to call back.