Kim looked at him. “What are you going to do, Mr. Noah?”

He stared at her profoundly.

After a brief moment, he dropped the knife and fork before he wiped his lips with a napkin. Then, he pulled out a phone from his front pocket. He made a call and passed it to her. “This call ought to refresh your memory about Gwynn’s location.”

With trembling hands, she took the phone and put it over her ear.

“We’re collecting shells by the beach, Mommy!

“Mr. Noah sent someone to bring us here.

“He even bought each of us a swimming tube. Tomorrow, we’re going to look for crabs too…”

…

Kim responded to her kids numbly.

After she hung up the phone, she fell limp on her seat. She knew just how cruel he could be. If she continued to clam up on Gwynn’s whereabouts, then he might actually hurt her kids.

Her face turned pale as she asked, “What do you think you’re doing, Mr. Noah? They’re just kids. Please, you have to let them go. This is between us. They’re not a part of this. I’ve worked for