~Malik~
The rest of the weekend was a blur. I couldn’t focus on anything, trying to rack my brain in an effort to find my wife. I have no idea who could have taken her or where she could have disappeared.
My mom tried to stick around after the police questioned her, but I quickly got rid of her. There’s no way she’s of any comfort to me over my wife’s disappearance. She’s never like Natasha, and I’m sure she’s nothing but ecstatic that she’s missing.
It’s Monday, and I’m on my way to work. I know it’s crazy that I’m going to work with my wife missing, but I can’t focus at home. Every inch of that house has a memory of my wife, and I’m suffocating. I want her here with me, and I have no idea how to make that happen. I just need to focus on something else for a while, and maybe I’ll be
