I pushed the thoughts aside and focused on the task at hand. We had to find my children.

After what felt like hours of searching, my guard finally spoke up. "Madam, I think I found something," he said, his voice low and serious.

I rushed over to where he was standing, my heart racing with anticipation.

My guard held up a small piece of paper. "This was hidden under the couch cushion," he said. "It looks like a ransom note."

I collected the paper and saw what was written on it, but it was just children's playing stuff. We looked at each other in disappointment, shaking our heads.

"Don't worry,...