I left her a message, trying to keep the panic out of my voice to avoid scaring the child.
« Jane, it’s Mom. Call me back as soon as you get this. Please. I’m worried about you. »
The next morning, when she still hadn’t called back, I started to panic even more! I called her work, her friends, and even her old college roommate! No one had seen or heard from her! It was as if she had vanished into thin air!
Where was Jane? Why would she disappear like this? I went back to the suitcase, hoping I had missed something… some clue on where she might have gone. But all I found was that envelope with the money, a silent reminder that my daughter had been planning this for a while.
The thought made me sick to my stomach.
Over the weeks, I cried my eyes out until suddenly, my phone rang, and it was a video call. My heart leaped into my throat when I saw Jane’s name on the screen. My hands shook as I pressed the « Answer » button and saw my daughter’s face.
« Jane? Where are you? Are you okay? »
There was a long pause on the other end before she responded, looking drained and tired. « Mom, I’m so sorry. »
« Sorry for what? Jane, what’s going on? Where are you? »
« I am fine, Mom, but I can’t tell you where I am. I am on a secret work mission. »
