BLAIR’S POV
The car barely comes to a stop before I’m already out and running into Hailey’s school, my heart pounding so loudly it drowns out everything else. My legs nearly give out when I spot the police cars…two of them, parked out front.
“My daughter!” I scream. “Where is she? Where is Hailey?”
I shove through the double doors, gasping for air and then freeze.
For a second, I have to blink hard.
Panic does strange things to your vision, and after nearly coming apart on the drive over, it’s easy to think my eyes are lying to me.
I squeeze my eyes shut for a second and when I open them, Hailey is there.
She’s sitting on a low wooden bench in the hallway, shoulders slumped, her fingers clenched tightly in her lap. She looks up, her eyes widening the moment she sees me.
“Mummy!”
