Susan called Dr. Wilson repeatedly, clinging to the hope that this was all a misunderstanding and that he had a legitimate reason for taking Margo. But with every call going straight to voicemail, the truth began to sink in.
As despair turned into steely resolve, Susan wiped away her last tears and called Dr. Wilson’s clinic, her voice firm and unwavering. “I need Dr. Wilson’s address,” she demanded, her determination clear. After a moment’s hesitation, the receptionist relented, providing the address.