The door jamb was torn and splintered, with slivers of wood poking out where the lock should have been. The door hung slightly cockeyed on its hinge, enough that it would not close all the way.
The random destruction caused the pit of her stomach to heave. Broken picture frames and smashed glass littered the floor near the table where they had once rested. Crayons spilled from the old fashioned school desk in one corner, where the desk had tumbled over.
“Oh, God, he’s run off with her. He’s really taken her.” Kate whispered.
Behind her the phone rang. She had the phone up before the second ring had faded.
“Hello? Hello? Ben is that you?”
“So I guess you’ve tried to pick up Emma by now.”
“Ben, where is Emma? Where did you take her, Ben?”
“Whoa, slow down, Kate. We’ll get to that, but I have a few questions first.”
“Where is she, Ben!” Kate demanded.
“Have you called the police, Kate?”
“No, No, I haven’t, I swear it.”
“You little bitch, you’re lying…”
“Ben, I haven’t. Please, just tell me what you want me to do. I’ll do anything. I just want my little girl!”
“I think you’re forgetting something, Kate. She’s my little girl, too, and I haven’t seen much of her for the last two years. And it seems you’ve fixed it so I won’t see much of her out of prison, either.”
Kate sucked in a deep breath. With more control she added, “I could get your parole revoked for this, you know. If you’ll just bring her home…”
“You little bitch. Always hiding behind someone else. Just who do you think is in charge here? Call the parole officer, Kate, call the police, call any god damn person you want, and I guarantee you’ll never see Emma again.”
Kate shuddered at the calm in his voice. Kate knew that tone.
“What do you want me to do? I’ll do anything Ben.”
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