Caleb himself wondered the same thing. “I don’t know. I told them to secure the grounds first and see if they can find the men in the black suits. For our safety, they recommended we stay inside until they get here. I do not think the men want to harm us, for what it’s worth.”
The next hour dragged by. Jessica continued to cry periodically and was afraid to leave her room. She bore the recent suffering with a fair deal of grace, considering her young age. Upon hearing the sirens outside, the local sheriff had sent two vehicles with sirens blaring, Caleb hopped off the bed and instructed his daughter to sit tight in her room.
“Daddy,” Jessica spoke in a voice so sweet it could melt chocolate on a cold day, “do you think after this passes I can just go back to being a young girl? I only wanted to help you and never did I think your job was so dangerous.”
“Of course,” Caleb responded, while giving his daughter a pat on the head, “you will always be a young girl to me. Don’t think my job is inherently dangerous, aside from the sometimes vicious worker bees. Today was merely a freak incident.”
“Maybe it was a sign?” the girl proposed.
To be continued…