"Lilly, are you sure your mom was kidnapped?" I asked her.
Tears streaking her beautiful, always sunny but now cloudy face, she nodded glumly. I pulled her in for a warm embrace. I wiped away most her tears.
What should I do? I asked myself.
I did the only thing a guy could do.
I kissed her. Long, gently. Her holding me. Me holding her.
Our lips departed, me feeling on top if the world. Lilly... not so much. She broke out crying. Sobbing for help like a fragile baby bird for food.
"Shhhh..... it'll be fine. I'll call 9-1-1. After you call your mother." I answered my girl.
She nodded again and pulled out her phone. First, she checked her messages again. Then, she called.
"No one picked up," she said worriedly.
"Ok. I hate saying this, but; I'll call for help. Your mom could be- well, kidnapped," I said.
"Or worse," she added, a stab of anger in her voice.
I dialed 9-1-1.
"Hello, what is you're state of emergency?"
