Your worst nightmare

“Amy has been kidnapped,” my sister said.

I chuckled. “Is that your latest trick to get me come so you can beat me up?” I asked, switching the phone to another ear then stirring the soup I was preparing. It was smelling so good I couldn’t wait to finally sit down and eat.

“I can’t joke about something like this,” she said. I paused. Maybe she was serious.

“What happened?”

“We’d just left the mall, and I was putting stuff in the trunk of the car. When I turned she was gone. We even saw the CCTV footage, and it showed a young woman placing her hand on Amy’s mouth and carrying her to a black car. I have never seen her before. I hope you’re not the one who has her.”

“Come on. That’s ridiculous and you know it.”

“I never thought you could ever rob me but you did. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were trying to get revenge on me for making you go through all that. What more money do you want?”

I sighed. “I’m coming over.”

“Whatever,” she said and hang up.

Quickly serving my food to the plate