Jerrica
It was so hard to sleep last night without the girls here. Howard has offered to pay any ransom to get the girls back. I keep in constant touch with Detective Jones. He and his men are out looking for the girls. We all spent the night in the girls' rooms. I was in Lela room, holding her teddy bear I laid down on the bed. The one thing that kept going through my head was one of our songs.
Love Will Show The Way (Jem and the Holograms)
Hold on, I'll be there
Love will show the way
Take heart,
don't despair
Love will show the way
Nothin' can keep me
from findin' you
Love runs too deep to not come through
Love
will show the way (Love will show the way)
Love will show the way
Keep on trying cause
Love will show the way
Don't cry,
don't lose hope
Love will show the way
Nothin' can keep
me from findin' you
Love runs too deep to not come through
Love will show the way (Love will show the way)
Love will
show the way
Nothin' can keep me from findin' you
Love runs too deep to
not come through
Love will show the way (Love will show the way)
Love will show the way
While the song played in my head, I kept thinking about how the girls have grown up over the years. As I thought of them, I couldn't keep the tear away. They must be so afraid.
I go downstairs for breakfast. Mrs. Bailey had made breakfast for us. The table was empty; I can't get over the fact that the girls are gone. The doorbell rang, I ran to the door hoping that it is Detective Jones with news on the girls. It was just Howard and Anthony.
"Have you heard anything on the girls?" Howard asked.
"No, I wish there was, but there is not. They have been gone for over a day." I said.
"They will be back, you'll see." Anthony said.
"Hi, am I interrupting something." Detective Jones said as he came up behind Anthony and Howard.
"No, is there any news." I asked.
"No, there is something you are not telling me." Detective Jones said.
"Not telling you," I asked.
"We are going to go into the kitchen." Howard said.
"You said 'my girls'. You are so young and yet we are not looking for small children. We are looking for 12 girls of various ages. So what is it about the girls that you are not telling me?" Detective Jones asked.
"Come sit down. The girls are foster girls. My parent started a home for foster girls, when I was a child. After their death, I took over." I explained.
"All the kids' parents are they dead?" He asked.
"No. Some of them are dead. The others are in prison with no chance of seeing their child IF they ever do get out." I told him.
"Could there be a possibility, that of one of the girls parents be the kidnapper." He asked.
"No, I checked with the prisons last night. They have not been released and are not up for parole." I said.