Page 55 of The Thief
She sighed and nodded.
“I won’t give up. Not until I find out what happened to her.”
She looked at him, her eyes hard with determination.
“We will find out something; we just need time,” he said, resting his hand on hers.
“I fear that time might be our enemy. Who knows how much longer they will dangle this in front of us before they give us an answer, if they ever give us an answer.”
He squeezed her hands and whispered to her, “We will find her, regardless of what anyone says. I have faith in us, and Everett.”
“Don’t worry; everything will be all right.”
Scarlett turned to face the new voice in the courtyard, a smile coming to her face when she recognized her father as the man standing in the doorway.
“Papa!” she cried, standing quickly and running over to him, seeing her mother standing behind him.
“Mama!” she said, releasing her father and quickly hugging her mother.
“What are you both doing here?” she asked, looking at them both.
“Actually,” Babette said, stepping aside, “We are all four here.”
She stepped aside to reveal his parents, Antoinette and Beauregard Brannigan.
