FREDDIE
“Are you sure it was her, Dad?” Christal asked as I packed just a few of my clothing items. Her look was telling me everything. She was scared, nervous, but most of all, hopeful. It would break her heart if it turned out to be the caller lied and Tory was nowhere to be found.
“They were certain it was her. She was in front of the officer that called me. I will try to buy a ticket to Boston right at the airport,” I replied, closing my luggage. Chalmer stood by the door, his arms folded on his chest as he looked down to the floor.
“Did they tell you anything else?” He asked. I shook my head.
“Sorry, sport. But I will find out as soon as I get there.”
There were unshed tears in both of their eyes, and I wasn’t sure how they would react when Tory came home. Because I was plannin
