He soaked up her warmth and the feel of her tiny body in his arms and he thanked a god he didn’t believe in for bringing the little girl back to him unharmed.

“How about we go home now?” he said.

“I’m not leaving without Becky,” she said.

“Oh, honey, I can’t—”

“Why can’t you?” he asked, lifting his head to look at her over Abby’s shoulder. “I still don’t even know why you left.”

“Oh Barry, didn’t you read the ...