"Thank you for choosing British Airlines! We hope you enjoy your flight." The intercome boomed.
Liam is fine, shocked but fine.
"When did X take Louis and Ashely?" Harry asked.
"This morning." Liam replies.
I look over to Symber, who is staring straight ahead. Symber doesn't look so good. She's pale, and too thin. Since she's been at our house, all she does is hides in Niall's room.
"Hey Symber." I start.
She didn't say anything.
"Pumpkin what's wrong?" I ask, in a comforting tone.
She faced the window, but I knew that the tears were forming.
"Where is my mommy?" She cries.
Ouch, that hurt.
"We will get her pretty soon." I reply.
"I miss her." She whispers, then she burries her face in her tiny hands.
"I know, she misses you too." I say. "Why don't you take a nap?" I suggest.
She crawls on my lap, getting comfortable. Symber hums a song as I rub her head.
