Just watch... (it's a little different from the story but mostly the same)
If you want the scene here it is ⬇️⤵️ Sofia’s Mom “Did you see the news? Sofia has been kidnapped!” “Yes, I am aware; she left days ago, and she hasn't responded to any of my calls or texts!” As I was in much disbelief, my phone rang. It was Amanda’s mom, Christy. I answered the call. “Hey! Are you okay? I saw the news…” I didn’t respond. The words were stuck in my throat, tears built up in my eyes. How could I let this happen to my precious Sofia? “Look, I understand how you feel right now, but I’m sure they will be able to find her; the news is being broadcasted everywhere. Everyone will see it and look for her! Even if there is no prize money, it will be fine; they will surely still look for her.” In the background, I could hear the news: “The police are now offering a prize of $10,000 if anyone is able to find this girl named Sofia.” I paused and thought that maybe they were finally trying to make an effort to try to find my daughter. “See? They are definitely going to find her; $10,000 is quite a lot, and with that much money, people will really be trying to find Sofia.” “Maybe I can help; they don’t have Sofia’s full name or any other details about her. I can probably help them with that and get them more information.” “That's a great idea! You should go now.” So that's what I did; I left the house in a hurry for the police station. On my way there, I thought to myself, why hadn’t I called and told the police what happened earlier? Why did I think that this entire situation was okay and that I would be able to handle the entire thing calmly and quickly? When I got there, the door was not open; it was locked. I knocked on the door, but no one came. Through the glass door I saw someone; I waved at them and yelled. “Open the door!” They ignored me as if they couldn’t hear me, but I was pretty sure the glass door was not soundproof. “I have information on the kidnapped girl!” I yelled at them again; this time the person looked at me and had stopped for a second. After thinking about whether she should let me in or not, she came to me and opened the door. “You know about the girl that was kidnapped?” She asked, “Yes! Now please let me tell you.” She invited me into a room and got her pen and notebook out. “Look, this is my daughter, and the person who reported about her being kidnapped obviously doesn’t know much about Sofia.” “That does make sense; the girl looks almost exactly like you; she’s like a clone!” She laughed. “Yes, now no more jokes; we have business to talk about.” After an hour of me telling her the details of Sofia—her age, full name, and height—I had calmed down and went home. “So? Where did you go?” “I went to the police station.” “Why?” “So I could give them more information on Sofia,” “Why?” “So they can find our daughter.” “Why?” “I don’t know, because they’re supposed to?” “Why?” “Maybe because it’s their job?” “Why?” “Do you want your daughter back or not?” I was done with my own husband; I went back out the door to try and calm down. As I stepped outside a stranger approached me, “Hey, ma’am are you okay?” they asked, I got dizzy and it was hard getting hard to breathe. I think I was having a panic attack, I tried telling the stranger, but it came out as nothing. My vision was blurry and I didn’t know what to do or what was happening. In the distance, I heard my husband yelling something, not sure that he said but it was something. Maybe he had actually started to care about me and our child, but then again, he likely didn’t.
