I was one step away from catching him in bed at Westfield Mall.
The blue pills in the drawer had already gone down by several tablets. He’d only been with me once this month—those pills must have gone to Isabella.
I decided to let him have her.
The next morning, when I went to Divorce Court, I got stuck in traffic. While waiting, I received a call from an unknown number.
“Hello, are you Sophia Miller? I have your daughter. If you’re smart, come here. Otherwise, I can’t promise I won’t sell her overseas.”
The voice was cold and male.
He put my daughter on the line.
“Mommy, help me.”
“Don’t hurt her, please! I’ll come right away,” I panicked. I immediately tried calling Daniel, but his phone was off. He hadn’t come home the night before. I didn’t know if he had stayed at Isabella’s or at Margaret’s.
“Damn it. Both his and Margaret’s phones are off.”
I had no choice but to go rescue Lily myself.
When I arrived, a gang of homeless-looking men surrounded me.
“Well, well. I knew you couldn’t abandon your daughter.”
I hadn’t realized they would recognize me. Was this revenge?
“Mommy, help me! Don’t let them hurt you!”
“Let her go!!” I shouted angrily.