Hope
When we knock, police officers answer the door, then immediately step aside to let us in.
“Dad,” Tanya says.
“Oh my God! Tanya!”
He races to her, wrapping his arms around her. Mr. Russell may not be an outwardly affectionate man, but I’ve never doubted his love for his daughter. He’s basically given his life to helping her become the pop singer that she is today and being there to help manage her career, finances, and her life. He might be a little overbearing at times, but given what just happened, it seems warranted.
He looks up and sees me and the others standing around.
“You found her?”
I nod.
“Thank you. Thank you so much! Are you okay?” he asks Tanya, pulling away from their embrace to look at her face. “Are you hurt?”
“No. Hope got there in time,” she says.
He nods an
