The dog was whining at the door, obviously distressed, but she couldn't see anything in the darkness...
"Come here boy", she imitated the boy's voice in the hope the dog would stop and keep her company instead. It was the first time she was home alone. The home the boy and chief gave to her and she hadn't regret it for one single minute. Here was everything she needed and each day brought her something new. They had never asked her about her past, what had happened and she felt grateful to that. At the hospital, everyone liked to know more about her but the feeling inside had made her feel uncomfortable. She knew if the feeling was there it was better to keep silent and hide in her own world till it was safe again.
She pulled the dog at his collar away from the door and wrapped her arms around him.
"Be quiet, you need to stop whining Bear, what if he finds me?"
"In 1988 Colombia had earned $1.7 billion from coffee exports, just over the estimated $ 1.5 billion in cocaine sales."
The news didn't interest her but at least there was a voice saying something. After the chief inspector left it had felt empty. She never intended to tell him the whole story and had stuck to what she thought was worth telling. It was not about her but about the little girl. She was missing and so was Jim. How could it be a coincidence he disappeared right after the case was reopened and they started asking around?
"Please, trust me", she said while watching the crowd outside. " I didn't make this up, neither did Jim. He is a good guy, one of those rare men who care. Jim adored her and believe me he did a way better job than I could ever have done. It's not what you think, you all seem to believe. He did not make her up, did not harm her." She had cried and he had waited, not said one word to comfort her.
As she stopped crying her voice sounded different from what he was used to.
"You better go out there and give Ben a hand. That kidnapper is here, I am sure he is. Find who did it, find Jim, Jim, and my daughter."
He hadn't said a word as he left. Just an empty cup reminded her of the tea she had offered him. She sat down in Jim's chair and stared out of the window. The window Jim had spend so many days and nights waiting after he stopped searching for her.
She should have shared with people at the hospital,they really seemed interested in her and I don't think they have bad intentions . Sometimes keeping silent is not always the best option.