Greg's knuckles whitened around the phone as Cammy's voice rang out, sharp and trembling.
"What do you mean my son is missing?!" Cammy's cry echoed through the parking lot.
On speaker, Grace's voice cracked. [C-Cammy…]
Greg cut in, his tone tight and controlled. "You're on speaker, Grace. Where exactly are you?"
Grace's words spilled in a frantic rush. [We're at Dalton Airport. Our connecting flight got canceled last night, but we were offered an earlier direct flight this morning. I didn't want to bother you that late, so I took it.
Dylan—he wanted to surprise you. Said he wanted to buy something special for you with his savings. So I agreed.
We were eating while waiting when someone bumped our table, spilled sauce all over my dress. I told Dylan to stay put, just for a minute. I went to the restroom, literally two steps away, and when I came back, he was gone. Just gone! No one saw where he went, no one noticed anything strange!]
