Missing Kids
Kidnapped
Ashley McCleary stood in the kitchen fixing breakfast for her two beautiful daughters. She was fixing Poached Eggs Caprese for her daughters. Sitting on the counter was two glasses of orange juice. The eggs were done so Ashley put them on two plates and carried the plates to the table.
"Riley, Jesse, time for breakfast," Ashley said as she heard the front door open.
"Mom, we're going out for the mail," her daughter called.
"Okay, honey, just hurry back," Ashley called. What trouble could her daughters get into in the front yard?
With that she began to load the dishes into the dishwasher. She was getting ready to yell at her daughters to hurry up when she heard it.
One of her daughters gave out a blood curdling scream and Ashley's heart went into overdrive. She sprinted to the front door to see a man toss her daughter in a windowless white van and jump in.
"Stop," she yelled as the van pulled away. "Stop!" She chased the van down the road as her robe tangled itself around her.
She ran to van was out of sight and Ashley stopped out of breath. Tears were forming in her eyes.
"God, no," she cried and she ran back praying they hadn't got to her other daughter. She ran to the house and saw her daughter, an identical reflection of her other daughter, standing in the doorway.
"Mommy," her daughter called as she ran to her in tears. "He gave me this to give to you." With that her six-year-old daughter handed her a little envelope with these words written on it; 'to her father'.
"Oh, come here honey," Ashley cried. "I need to call the Police."
Internally she was screaming. The letter was addressed to her girls' father, a man who didn't even know they existed. How would she tell him, her ex-fiancé that she had been pregnant when she left him six-almost seven-years-ago?