Chapter Fifteen
Aileen scrubbed the counter with all her might, thinking about Andrew. Where did teenagers go when they wanted to get away from it all?
A yawn slipped past her lips, driving home the fact that she’d spent last night entrenched in another nightmare. This one had been worse because of all her worries about Andrew.
Stressed, her muscles ached and her body sagged, ready to give out. No sleep for the wicked – or for those who had to find a missing person.
Andrew couldn’t have run away. So where could he have gone?
Aileen straightened after winning her fight with the stubborn stain. If she truly believed he’d not absconded of his own free will, that meant somebody had kidnapped him.
She draped the duster onto the hook and reached for the pans in the dishwasher.
Kidnapped.
