Where the Missing Go

My name is Kate.I volunteer at a local charity - young people who have run away from home call me and I pass on messages to their loved ones, no questions asked.I dont get many phone calls, and those I do are usually short and vague, or pranks.But this morning a girl named Sophie called.Im supposed to contact her parents to let them know their child is safe.The problem is, Sophie isnt safe.And Sophie is my daughter.

Categories: Short Stories (Fiction)