James
It’s unbearable.
We hear nothing. Charlotte has simply vanished.
We return to the site where we last saw her, where my Jade-Eyes fled into the dark. The area is saturated with police; cars, officers, dogs. But other than a small deserted building a couple of miles distant, showing signs of hasty abandonment, they have found nothing. And despite searching and calling, neither do we.
Do they have her?
We have no way of knowing.
I can’t stomach food. I survive on stress and strong black coffee. Michael is as bad….
…. or worse….
When I try to sleep, I toss and turn, but sleep refuses to come. Eventually, I give up trying, instead throwing on a robe to head for the lounge to find a drink. I find Michael already there, looking as terrible as I feel.
Richard has Beth back, and afte
