My Baby's Daddy

“Yes, he did. Are you hurt, Imogen?” Shirley asked, concerned.

“I’m fine. I broke my arm when I was escaping, but I got it fixed. Still have some bruises around, but they’re superficial wounds.” Imogen asked, “By the way, Shirley, any idea who those kidnappers were? Did they mention anything to you?

Shirley recalled her unsettling speculation earlier. Despite initially dismissing it, too many coincidences lined up, making it hard to ignore. She thought to herself, Why did she choose that specific coffee shop on the street? She needed to confirm, not because she thought Imogen would harm her, but to be certain. “They did share something with me, and it’s perplexing. Still baffles me, to be honest,” she admitted.

Imogen’s expression turned horrified, and her pupils contracted. Unable to contain herself, she inquired, “What did they say?”

Shirley frowned, sensing a hint of panic from Imogen.

Imogen quickly realized she rushed the question and offered a reassuring smile. “Sorry, Shirley. Don’t take it the wrong way. I’m assisting Roy with the investigation, and I need more details from you.”

“No worries. I know you’re concerned

what the kidnappers told you? Any mention of a

“I think they did, but I bumped my head. I still

your head? Is it bad?” Imogen

alright. Just have to

Tell me right away if you remember what the kidnappers told you, alright,”

we’re friends, Shirley. I want to contribute something, so if you remember anything, tell me

agreed right away, “Of course. I’ll tell you right away if

kidnapped, I wished I could take your place. I wished you were the one to

you out, did they handcuff you