The door unlocked. Click. Loud. Final.

Emma stood. Fast. Desperate. Hopeful. The kids. Maybe. Maybe they were coming. Maybe Daniel was bringing them. Maybe she'd finally see them. Hold them.

The door opened. Slow. Deliberate. Revealing.

Daniel. Alone. No children. No hope. Just him.

Emma's heart sank. Crashed. Died.

"Where are they?" She demanded. Voice hoarse from screaming. From crying. "You said I'd see them. Where ...