She paced on the sidewalk beside the truck. Past a pizza place, a plumber's shop, a coin-operated Laundromat, and a place called Freedom Tax Preparation—Be Free to Keep More of You're Cash. She read their stupid sign every time she walked by. Apparently they only employed math geniuses. The English geniuses were probably working at the Laundromat.

Was this what it felt like to lose your mind? Marisa couldn't take it anymore. If she'd had a smartphone, she'd have figured out where Acme Auto Body was, just to give her something to do. With Ana and Leslie gone, Nate and Garrison doing who knew what, Marisa wanted to scream. She was trapped here, dodging the little foot traffic there was on this street and scowling at the signs.

"Marisa?"

She spun and saw Garrison standing beside the truck, watching her.

"Where's Nate?"

"I left him with Anderson. I have to go."

She returned to the truck to see Garrison squeezing the life out of his keys. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing to do with you. My son..." He shook his head. "I'm sorry. I have to go."

"Is he okay?"

"He will be. You got a pen and paper?"

"Uh..." She opened the truck and looked inside. The thing was spotless. She turned to tell Garrison she didn't, but he'd returned to his sedan, parked a few car-lengths down. She locked Brady's truck and joined Garrison as he placed a pad of paper on the roof of his car and wrote something down.

He ripped the paper out of the notebook and handed it to her. "That's my cell phone number. Have Nate call me when he gets back."

"Anderson was there?"

"Yeah. Nate'll tell you. I'm sorry, but I—"

"It's fine. Go. Thank you for your help."

He glanced at his car door. "Please, tell Nate to call me."

She nodded, but tears pricked her eyes.

"Hey, it's going to be okay."

She tried to smile. "I appreciate your help."

He placed his huge hand on her shoulder. "You know what Sam said?"

Sam had said a lot in the time the woman had spent with them, but Marisa couldn't seem to focus on anything right now.

"She said God knows exactly where your daughter and your sister are."

The scent of rain, and now this. Like a big cosmic joke. "You believe in God?"

Garrison paused, looked at nothing. "I do. I think I do. How about you?"

"I just want my family back."

"Yeah." He glanced at his car door again.

She stepped away. "Go. Thank you for your help."

"Don't forget to have Nate call me."

Marisa watched as Garrison drove away. She'd kept the tears at bay, but now they streamed down her cheeks. She'd been praying. If God knew where her family was, she needed him to tell her. Now.