46 Tasha
A huge part of me feels guilty about tonight. I mean, who the hell goes round to their friend’s house for drinks when their five-year-old daughter is missing? But then I remember that Nick’s right. There’s nothing we can do at this stage other than sit at home and allow ourselves to get sucked into worrying about the worst that could have happened. What good would that do us?
We can’t do anything. The police are doing the best they can, and although I’ve got to admit I’m getting really frustrated at how slowly it all seems to be moving, even they’ve advised us to try and maintain as much normality as we can. The problem is, I can’t remember what normality really is. Everything before is a blur: days at work, holidays, trips to the park. All jumbled into one. I would say it’s the
