“Dad,” Carmen whispered, pressing the phone tightly to her ear.

Her gaze swayed away from the morning light creeping through the window and focused on her stomach as she gently rubbed it.

“What is it, Carm? It's six o'clock in the morning. Are you in labor?” Mr. Smith's voice flowed out of the phone speaker.

For a moment, Carmen absentmindedly stared at the spared pillow. Then she shooked her head and snapped out of her thoughts.

“Did you have something to do with Liam's disappearance?” Carmen asked, feeling a dull throb in her chest.

“What? Carm, you are nine months pregnant and have been married for months now, so why...