I open my eyes against the sun streaming in through my open curtains. I must not have closed them last night in my exhausted state. I got up several times during the night to feed Addy, but other than that, I didn't stay awake for very long. As soon as I finished feeding her, I would go directly back to sleep without thinking. Yesterday I was so exhausted, I am surprised I managed to get up to feed Addison at all.

Today, I have a plan. I am going to make breakfast, clean the house, work on the homework I know that I am weeks behind on, and call around to see if anyone has heard anything from my parents.

Walking slowly, I go into the baby's room. Her bright blue eyes are looking up at me from the crib she is lying in. She won't be hungry for at least another hour, but she is ready to get up. I can tell.

I carefully lift her up onto my hip and make my way downstairs so that I can make some coffee. I don't know, but this whole thing seems so surreal. My mind can barely grasp what is going on. I might have believed the whole thing was just a bad dream if not for the ankle monitor attached to my ankle.

It takes me until the middle of the afternoon to finish cleaning the house. Holding an infant makes it surprisingly difficult to clean quickly. The whole time I am working, thoughts keep swirling around in my mind. What makes them think that my family has ever done anything illegal? I have never done anything wrong, and as far as I know, neither have my parents.

We are the most normal American family you could imagine. Okay, fine. We aren't that weird, though. I hate the situation that we have been placed in. I hate how scared I am right now. I hate that this is totally screwing my grades at least for this semester. I will not be able to think about school until my family is returned safe and sound.

That is why, with Addison fast asleep, I look up the number to my father's company and call the main desk. I hope that person will be able to put me in touch with someone who might have more information on my father.

I dial the number into the phone. My hands are shaking. They will not stop. Someone answers and for a moment I consider hanging up, but I don't. No, I need to know if his employer might have any more information than I do. I ask the secretary to put me through to my father's boss. I, of course, tell her who my father is.

She makes a mumbling sound and then tells me to hold on for one moment. I agree, thinking she is just truing to locate the number. When she comes back on the phone, she tells me something so surprising that I nearly drop the phone.

My father does not, and never has, worked where he said he worked for the last seven years.

I nicely tell the secretary that I must have put in the wrong number and I quickly hang up. What does this mean. If he does not work at that company, than where does he work? Maybe I don't know my parents as well as I thought I did.

I set the phone down on my desk and slide to the ground like a melting snowman. I cry long and hard. I have no idea what is going on, but I am going to find out. My gut tells me how bad of an idea it is to get mixed up in whatever this is, but I trust my father. He must have a good reason for lying to us.  

A/N: Sorry for the long week. My MacBook is at an Apple repair center (factory defect) and I had to convince my parents to let me borrow theirs. I will update again soon. Life is crazy this time of the year. I can't wait for summer vacation in 11 weeks!!