Somehow, I had managed a solid eight-hour sleep for the first time since this nightmare had started. No waking up every hour drenched in sweat and wanting to escape the haunting dreams that had become a pattern since I lost Aya. And I even seemed to have locked away the horrors of yesterday in some secret compartment that I was sure would burst open later. But for now, I felt revived and refreshed, something I hadn’t expected after yesterday’s events.
And I knew we had to continue with our search before the trail grew too cold. When I headed downstairs, Chamreun was already gone but had left a note in the kitchen to say that he was going to talk to one of his pet policemen. I switched on the coffee machine for a latte and grabbed some fruit from the bowl on top of the fridge. I was yet to
