“Mrs. Hughes, are you still there?”
“I’m here,” Sarah replied.
“Oh good. I thought I’d lost you for a second. As I was saying, we believe he’s still alive. They found the helicopter wreckage, but your husband was missing. It’s believed he’s been taken hostage.”
“Wait. What? He’s alive?”
“We don’t have confirmation, ma’am, but at the moment, that’s what we believe. Usually in circumstances like this, someone will come forward with claims to the hostages. As soon as we get additional information, we’ll contact you. In the meantime, can I get your current address so I can send someone out to you?”
“Yes, ma’am. I can locate the closest military office to send someone out to visit with you. If you could just give me your address so I can add it to your records, I’ll see that you’re taken care of.”
“Taken care of?” Of course he referred to her mental well-being, but the first thought that crossed her mind was sending someone out to “take care of her.” She’d been in hiding for five months. She wasn’t about to give up her location now. “Um, no, I’m sorry. I’m actually traveling right now…on vacation. You’ll give me a call if you hear anything else?”
“Of course, ma’am. You’ll be the first to hear of any updates. But if I could just get your address—”
“I have to go. I’m sorry.”
She pushed “end” to discontinue the conversation and let the phone drop to the floor.
She hadn’t been aware of Ian’s presence, but sometime during the conversation, he had sat in the chair behind her. He placed both hands on her shoulders, and she leaned her back against his legs.
“Sarah, I’m sorry.”
He had known. That was why he had been on the phone all morning with Will.
She spun around with an accusing glare. “You knew, didn’t you? You knew and you didn’t tell me.”
“Don’t bother, Ian. There’s nothing you can say.”
She tossed her phone into her purse, pushed herself off the floor, and without another word, walked out the door.