A million thoughts flickered through Ash's mind as he motioned with his head bowed, and his eyes fixated on the shoes which he thought belonged to Nelly.
"How could they have found her so soon? Or did she never get to Germany?" Ash was frightened and confused. He did not have the balls to raise his stares. If they had found Nelly, then he would never forgive himself. He failed her before and never wanted to be a failure to her again.
"Is it my shoes?" The soft feminine voice whose feet possessed the shoes said to Ash.
That's not Nelly! Ash knew that. He could recognize anything about Nelly - her voice, her Laughter. He was both relieved and now more worried. All these thoughts were going in and out in just a minute. If it wasn't Nelly, how then did they get hold of Nelly's favorite sh
