Chapter 4
Elizabeth stared at her son as he slept beside her bed in his crib, clutching a rattle she hadn’t bought him. He hadn’t quieted down until she gave it to him and now he was fast asleep.
For hours, she couldn’t stop holding him, and Brandon hadn’t wanted out of her sight either. She had checked him finger-tip to toe and he seemed healthy, without a scratch on him. She brushed his hair over his small ear. Rafe hadn't lied. Her phone had died. She’d noticed the missed calls after she put Brandon to bed and recharged her cell.
Now after midnight, her mother was fast asleep in her room and her son was safe at home. For the first time in ages, she could breathe.
She studied Rafe's business card with the police department logo he’d given her the other day.
It was late, and this was
