Wyatt, his family, and the FBI were still looking at every lead, but as the weeks turned into months,e leads dried up. Wyatt tried not to lose hope, but every night he got drunk and cried himself to sleep. He couldn’t figure out who would want to take her or who was sophisticated enough to do it. She was the love of his life, and he could not live without her. His work was suffering, and his head was not in the game on game day. Coaches were worried, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was getting Kindel back.
Kindel didn’t know how much more she could take. She didn’t feel like she was even herself anymore. All she cared about was when he was going to give her that next dose. She wasn’t even sure what he was giving her, but she didn’t care because he had now made her an addict. She t
