Catherine stood pacing around the house. She bit her nails to a clean. Her eyes had bags under them as big as the world. She had been up all night, not even attempting to fall asleep for even a little bit. Her son was missing and has been missing for two days or so now. She looked back and forth from the clock on the wall. Tick-Tock Tick-Tock. The sound of the clock was mixing in with the sound of her feet making the floor boards creek. Her eyes focused back on the clock again. Last time she looked it was 6. Now it’s 6:05. Time felt like it was going slower and slower…and slower…and slower. She just wanted to know if he was safe somewhere. Hell even if the cops called or a fucking bloody Rosario called her she would answer and hear what they had to say. She didn’t care who or where they’re from or who they’re working with. She just wanted to know if her “baby” was safe, sound, and wrapped in a blanket unharmed.
Shaking her head she told herself she had to go out and look again before it’s too late and he ends up in someone’s mailbox, on a papers saying
"Missing Child! Cameron Moreno, aged 17. If seen or know anything please call Missing and Exploited Children!"
The image rattled Catherine to the core. It’s one of a parents worse nightmare to see their child’s face plastered on one of those things. Only one person she knows could be involved with this. Cynthia Rosario. She could feel herself turning red at the thought of that woman’s name. Just as Catherine was about to go out and look for her son once more, she heard the doorknob rattle. She could only suspect a few people to intrude. Her nephew Jeremy to tell her if he was found. Her daughters to check on Catherine and bring him back safely. And Cameron himself. Her heart started racing thinking about the odds of it being him. The door opened slowly and time slowed down as well.
Please let it be Cameron…oh god or at least let Cameron be wrapped around someone…or someone to at least give me some good or bad news. Preferably good. The door swung open.