Detective Morrison was on his cell repeating the information to someone quietly.
"Where's your mom, honey?"
"She's in the bathroom. I think she's taking a shower. Daddy, I stole someone's phone. I thought I'd try to text you but I couldn't open the phone. But it let me call 911. I'm sorry!" She started to cry.
"Don't cry, honey. Don't be sorry. You did good kiddo."
"The shower stopped," she whispered. "I took too long trying to call!"
"It's okay, honey. It's going to be okay. Daddy's going to come get you, okay?"
"Okay daddy."
"Macy?" Detective Morrison said softly but firmly. "This is Detective Morrison. I'm a friend of your dad's and I'm just helping him out right now, okay? 
"Okay," she responded slowly.
"Honey, can you leave the phone on and hide it somewhere? Somewhere your mom won't see?"
"I think so?"
"That's good, honey. Hide it somewhere she won't look for it. We're going to stay on the line but we're going to be really quiet so your mom won't hear. If anything happens that makes you uncomfortable, you can say something out loud so we can hear you. Sound okay to you?"
"Yeah, okay. I can do that. I'll put it upside down on the floor under the bed so you can't see the light."
"That's a great idea."
"I hear her coming."
"Okay—quickly hide it. You did so good, sweetheart." I swallowed hard, trying to hold it together.
"I love you, Macy," I called out, just as I heard the phone sliding on the carpet.
Detective Morrison pressed the mute button on the phone and stood up straight.
Felicity embraced me, kissing my forehead and my cheeks—holding me. "She's going to be okay. She is a smart kid. Look at what she's done."
"How did we even get here? It's surreal—like I'm watching someone else's life. This can't be real. Things like this don't really happen!"
Morrison spoke up, "Unfortunately, you'd be surprised how often these kinds of things happen. Amber Alerts exist for a reason. It's a painful fact that abductions happen much too frequently. Getting to hear Macy's voice, having that phone on, we're talking about miraculous stuff here. They traced the phone using the number she called from and we have pinpointed her location. We've got units on the way—maybe twenty minutes out. We're going to get your girl."
"How far for us?"
"It's a few hours away–where they are.."
"Can we go now?"
"Yeah—I'm working on getting the call transferred to my department cell. Once I have the call on my line, we're moving. Fast."
"Okay, yeah—that's good. Thank you, God."
I unfolded myself from my position on the floor, stood up, and helped Felicity to her feet. I looked into her eyes, placing my hands on either side of her face. I leaned in, forehead to forehead. This woman. I can't believe I almost lost this woman. 
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–Jessica–
The shower wasn't helping. I'd hoped that the hot water, which usually calmed my racing thoughts, would settle me. Instead, I felt like I was suffocating. Through the shitty motel walls, I could hear trucks rumbling past, each one making me jump. In this Podunk town with no real hotels anywhere near me, I can't believe I'm stuck in this hell-hole.