He Was Trying to Come Back

Even drifting in and out of sleep, she kept asking the same question.

“When is my daddy coming?”
No one could answer it.

Andrew’s phone went straight to voicemail. His truck was gone from the house, from his workplace, from every place the neighbors knew he went.

There was no note. No relative had gotten a call. No one had been asked to watch Ella, and there had been no bank withdrawal that might suggest a man planning to disappear.

Those unanswered questions still left room for suspicion. A frightened little girl had been left alone, whatever Andrew’s intentions had been.

Natalie understood that.