Jade was on at least vague talking terms with her father again, though she seemed to be fairly frosty with him. After breakfast she had stood up sharply, taking another call and speaking in rapid Hebrew, only stopping to allow the other person a response before she started rapidly replying.
Luke glanced at Christian and spoke quietly 'Daniel's called her twice this week, and I've heard her speaking Hebrew on the phone at all hours of the day...something's going on that she's not telling me'.
He nodded thoughtfully, painful memories of how she had been after returning from Israel flashing painfully through his mind.
Ana and Christian had somewhere to be during the day and Luke and Jade retreated back to their own room.
Luke was holding Faith and gently bobbing to calm her down as Jade was sitting on the suites sofa, staring thoughtfully at the wall. 'J? What's up?' she snapped out of her revere and looked up 'uh, nothing. What do you mean?'.
Luke sat down on the edge of the coffee table, still holding Faith, and was only a few inches away from Jade. 'The calls from Daniel, all the other calls from Israel, something's up...I can tell, I've worked security for people like your father for the last six years- I know when there's a problem'.
Jade was silent, looking thoughtful again 'nothing's wrong Luke, I just had a few calls from some old friends, it's nothing'.
Luke looked physically pained his expression and tone of voice said it, his eyes sad 'Jade you're my wife, please don't lie to me'. There was an extended pause and Jade looked up at him, eyes glassy 'I'm fine, everything's fine' as she lied to her husband, Jade's phone rang again.
She pulled out the iPhone and they both looked at it, Luke recognising where the call was coming from. It was a Tel Aviv number. Luke met Jade's eyes but she couldn't keep eye contact, voice quiet 'I have to take this'. Jade stood up and walked into the bedroom, speaking quickly.
Luke was crushed, holding Faith as she started crying again. He couldn't hear what Jade was saying as wouldn't understand the Hebrew anyway.
'Micah, I can't do it. I've got a husband and a child to look out for...yes, I know but I have a baby. It doesn't matter what you ask...'. Jade went quiet as the person on the other end of the phone spoke, going pale 'they've taken Aliyah?...oh my god...when?'.
Jade was feeling ill suddenly at the news her friend, the woman who had helped train her, helped save her life, and had been a bridesmaid at her wedding; she had been taken whilst out on a mission. And now people were asking for Jade's help to get her back.