QUOTE : Perhaps that works when the worst hour is the hour when tragedy strikes – a defining moment in time which is quickly over. But this is not like that. I thought my worst hour was when they took Ash and Millie, but however sick with worry I was, I still thought they would be back before the night was over. Then Becky called to say Millie and Ash may have been kidnapped and my previous worst hour seemed tame in comparison. Now I feel as if there is a huge weight crushing my chest, rising up in my throat, and with each hour that passes the weight becomes heavier, more unbearable, and the next hour of my life grows darker, bleaker than the last. And every time I close my eyes, I see Millie’s face, looking at me, begging me to help her. And there’s nothing I can do. I