Chapter Twelve
The phone buzzed out on the tenth round. ‘Stevie, where are you!’ Sally worried her bottom lip, although the sharp pain did nothing to ease the ache in her heart. Stevie was missing. Not just for a few hours like he sometimes did when he was out with his friends and he lost track of time because he was having a good time.
He was well and truly missing. The type of missing when people didn’t want to be found. The nothing but thin air with no trace of where he was or when he’d turn up kind of missing. The type of missing that was eating her stomach from the inside out and threatening to bring up the late lunch she’d forced down.
This not knowing was eating her alive. She always knew where every one of her siblings was, whether that was having a well-earned afternoon nap to
