With each tick of the clock she grew more anxious and her composure threatened to falter. It had been almost 24 hours since her daughter had been home. The police had said they could do nothing for 24 hours and she had sat poised on the edge of the sofa, phone in hand, ready to call the police as soon as that last second ticked by.
Her mind had been trying to imagine every possible scenario and she had built a blockade to prevent her from imagining the worst.
With 15 minutes left until she could call again, the doorbell rang, she smiled and breathed a sigh of relief as she rushed to the door and flung it open already mentally preparing the lecture she would give her daughter, what she never expected was to see two police officers standing there.