I’m surprised there’s not a divot on the marble floor, I’ve been pacing the same path for hours now. I can’t relax or get my mind off the kitten, my r**e, even Zoey and Beth. Zoey deserves justice and Beth needs to be found, hopefully alive.
Dragging my hands down my face for the millionth time I pivot when I reach my bed retracing my path back to the door. Where would he take her? His family didn’t have any land, just their family home, which his parents still live in. We lived in an apartment; last I knew he still lives there. Where would he take her?
My earlier binge drinking session has long since left me, now all I feel is empty, lost, and desperate. I left that meeting as soon as I could. I let myself soak in the tub for a while, I tried reading a book, even thought about heading
