Close Your Eyes: Book Three

Chapter Seventeen

After breakfast and we got Theo back, our family arrived to see him. They had taken the day off work to spend some time with us.

My Mom is an emotional mess, more emotional that she was with Matthew.

There's no question as to why, because we all know it's because nobody thought I was going to get this far.

Sofie starts to change his diaper and I hand Liam the petroleum jelly for his little boy part to keep his diaper and the new bandage from rubbing and hurting him.

I'm just happy because we go home tomorrow. When Dr. Wright came back in to check up on us, she said we were both doing great. The nurses were surprised at how much I didn't need help from them with breastfeeding and taking care of the circumcision.

I stand up while Sofie and Liam change Theo's diaper and head to the bathroom to do my business.

I wash my hands when I'm done and walk over to the hospital bag. I brush out my snarled hair and throw it up in a bun.

"Oh Savannah, you're getting a phone call from some 808 number," Sofie says. My Dad has Theo now that his diaper change is done.

"808?" Liam frowns. "That's Honolulu."

"It's probably a scam," I roll my eyes as I take my phone from my best friend. I hit answer. "Hello?"

"Hi, I'm calling to speak to Savannah Noel?"

I recognize the voice, but I can't quite place it.

"Um, it's Cabraro now. Can I ask who's speaking?"

"Savannah, I'm sure you remember me, um, it's Officer Jennings? I was the police officer who brought you back to your parents? I was also the officer on your kidnapping case when it was still open."

My smile fade.

"Oh. Yeah, I remember you," I say carefully. Sofie gives me a weird look.

"Do you have a minute to talk? I was wondering if I could swing by your home?" he asks.

Swing by my home?

"Oh, uh, I don't live in Hawaii anymore." I say

"Who is that?" Liam whispers at me, tossing the wet diaper in the trash.

"Oh, you moved. Okay. Well can you talk on the phone then? I just need a few minutes of your time."

"Uh..." I look around at all the curious eyes looking at me. "Yeah, that's fine." I say.

"You might want to sit down," he tells me.

"Oh, that's okay, what's going on?" I ask him.

He's beating around the bush and it's making me anxious.

"I got a phone call this morning from Iowa State Penitentiary," he says.

My stomach drops.

"And?" I ask, picking at my hospital band.

"Damien and Sabrina Rolan escaped from prison at three in the morning last night."

I feel all the blood rush from my face.

No. Oh my god, no.

"W-what?" I stutter. "No. Tell me you're kidding."

"I'm not kidding," he says.

"Oh my god." I put my hand on my mouth and I realize I'm trembling.

"That's not all," he says.

They're on a plane. They're coming to me.