CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY SEVEN - A Desperate Rescue

"We need to tell Detective Reeves," she said, already reaching for her phone. But before she could dial, there was a loud knock at the door. Ella and Lucas froze, exchanging a wary glance. It was barely 6 AM - who could be at their door at this hour? Cautiously, they made their way to the entrance, Lucas positioning himself protectively in front of Ella. He peered through the peephole, then let out a relieved sigh. "It's Detective Reeves," he said, unlocking the door. The detective stood on their porch, his face grave. "Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery," he said as he stepped inside. "We've had a development in the case. We've found Rebecca Tyson." Ella felt her breath catch in her throat. "Is she... is she alive?" Detective Reeves nodded, but his expression remained somber. "Yes, but she's in bad shape. She was found in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. She's been taken to the hospital." As the detective filled them in on the details, Ella's mind raced. Rebecca was alive