Ada watched her mother walk away with an empty feeling inside of her heart. This was for her future, and her baby's. That was all that mattered. With a deep breath and a quick glance at the spot where Ann was held, she pulled the phone from her pocket and punched in a set of numbers.

It rang a few times as Ada began to pace nervously, her stomach in knots. Finally, he answered.

"What do you want, Ada?" Brad's cold emotionless voice rasped through the phone.

Ada swallowed the lump in her throat and forced a sickly sweet smile onto her face, hoping it would take away the tremor...