She took a last look around, the form on the bed reproached her. Her bags were packed. She paced the floors, waiting for the cab and last phone call she would ever get from her daughter. Their funds had been transferred weeks ago to a Swiss bank account.
The phone rang shrilly in the silence. A photo of her children on the table mocked her as tears rained down her face, she said . "He's fine, everything is fine." She walked to the waiting cab. Tomorrow when they found him, she would be living in Brazil sipping Margarita's on the beach.