My breath caught in my throat.

“Where is the child?” I cried out toward the phone. “Is Rosie on the plane?”

“We confirmed a child matching her description was boarded five minutes ago,” Miller said. “Whitmore is on board. They’ve closed the cabin door.”

“Stop them, Miller,” Nathan ordered, his voice flat and hard. “Do whatever you have to do.”

“We’re on it, sir,” Miller said, and the call went dead.

I looked out the window as we sped onto the interstate, the city skyline blurring past us.

“She must be so scared,” I whispered, the tears finally spilling over. “She doesn’t know what’s happening.”

Nathan reached over, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me close against his chest.

“We are going to get her back, Emily,” Nathan said into my hair. “I promise you.”

The SUV weaved through the afternoon traffic, the siren of a police cruiser faint in the distance behind us.

The minutes ticked by like hours as the highway gave way to the industrial roads leading toward the airport.