We've been waiting for hours for a ransom call or anything, but all we have is video footage of the car that was used to kidnap them.
I was having a hard time even blinking, let alone breathing. I can't fault anybody yet because we have absolutely no idea who could have done it.
It's like looking for a needle in haystay, and it is traumatizing because I can't stop thinking about the fact that they may be dead already, and l know l would follow them.
My children are my heart, my soul, and everything, and I know for a fact I would never do life without them.
"l'm sorry." Elena said, giving me water, but everything was just frustrating me to a point where I just took the glass and threw it as far as I could, and it broke into pieces.
Everybody looked at me instead of what they were doing
