Where did he go?

Angelica looked out across the old barren bridge in the darkness. The winter night's cold wind burned against her rosy cheeks. Only a month ago her father had returned over that very bridge telling her he was here to stay. She clutched her bear and inhaled the musk of her father's cologne, still there from the night before when they played hide and seek together. Surely there was some kind of mistake. Why did those men come and take him away?