But grief would have to wait.Raymond looked at his mother's grave one final time at the crooked marker, the dirty name tag, the rubbish that had been allowed to pile up around the only resting place she had been given and he made her a silent promise. Not with words, because words felt insufficient for what he was carrying right now. Just with the stillness of a man who has decided something that cannot be undecided.“I know I've disappointed you, Mom,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a breath. “I know I'm not even worthy enough to call myself your son right now. Not after everything I let happen to you.” He paused. “But I'm going to find her. I'm going to find her and make sure she is safe and that she is not in any danger. And I believe I have to believe that that is the one thing that will make you forgive me.”Immediately he straightened, pulled out his phone.He scrolled to a number he thought he wouldn't have to dialed in a long time. Then he pressed call, and It