“Oh, good, you’re home,” he said calmly. “I was hoping I’d catch you. Grab your shoes—we need to go.”
“He’s with my mom. He’s fine.”
“Toby and I are walking in the park.”
“Call her.”
“Nora…”
“Call her. Now.”
Something in my face stopped him. Greg pulled out his phone and hit Marlene’s name.
She answered on the second ring.
“Give me one hour.”
“Hi, sweetheart,” Marlene said. “Toby and I are walking in the park. He’s right here with me.”
In the background, I heard Toby laughing, breathless and happy.
My shoulders loosened for the first time since I’d reached the camp.
“See?” Greg said quietly. “He’s safe.”
“Why do I need my ID?”
He slipped his phone into his pocket and looked at me for a moment.
“Now get your things. We’re leaving.”
“Leaving? Where?”
“I’ll explain when we get there.”
