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Chapter Two:
Somewhere a phone rang.
She could had swore it was in her dream. But it just kept ringing.
Finally, she turned over and tiredly reached for the cell phone that was sitting on her bedside table.
"Hello?" she asked, still with her eyes closed and half asleep.
"KYLA WATKINS WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!" the deep male voice bellowed on the other side.
Kyla shot up in bed. Her alarm clock on the other side of the room read 10:30 am. And then she knew it. She was late for a photo shoot and an interview.
"Ok Roger," she told her manager. "I'll be ready in 30 minutes."
"I'll have a car waiting for you then,"
Kyla said ok and hung up the phone.
As she was driven through the streets of upper Manhattan, Kyla reflected on her life. Her happy childhood, the sudden death of her parents followed by the murder of her grandfather. But all of that was about seven years ago. And since then, she had managed to take care of herself by accidentally being "discovered" by a modeling agency.
She had been offered movie roles, but she had decided to stick to modeling. She had always enjoyed her privacy. And modeling allowed her to keep most of it.
But the dreams she had been having lately made her rethink everything. She pulled out her cell phone, dialed Roger's number and waited.
"Kyla what is it?" he answered getting a bit mad at her.
"Cancel the shoot and the interview. In fact cancel all my appointments."
"WHAT ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND!"
"Nope," she said with a smug look on her face. "I'm doing something for myself instead."
She hung up the phone.
"Driver, please take me back to my apartment," she said.
"Yes ma'am."
"How long are you going to be gone?" Sophie asked.
"About a week," Langdon said pulling Sophie close to him. "You know that you and Sarah can come with me."
"I know. But I promised my grandmother that I would come up and see her in Scotland."
"That's alright," he said gently kissing her forehead. "We won't be apart for that long."
Screams from Sarah's room, broke up their silence.
Sophie and Langdon tore down the hallway and into their daughter's room.
Sarah was sitting up in bed, clinging to Kiki's neck and sobbing hysterically.
Sophie sat down next to her and gently pulled her away from the dog's neck. Sarah curled up against her mother's chest and kept crying.
"Shh. It's alright princess," Sophie whispered.
Langdon sat down next to them and gently reached out and rubbed his daughter's back.
"Do you want to tell us what happened?" he gently asked.
Sarah sniffled and lifted her head from her mother's chest. She wiped her eyes.
"Daddy please don't go to America. Something bad happens."