CHAPTER 46
ANOTHER TWO WEEKS passed, and the festive season was in full swing. By then, I was beginning to lose hope as well as more weight. Sam was too, I could tell, but I refused to voice my fears because that would make them real. My Spanish had improved markedly, and I’d started learning Portuguese just in case we needed to spend time in Brazil. Bradley had bought me a closet full of clothes suitable for hotter weather and sent over six different kinds of anti-wrinkle cream to tackle the fine network of lines that had developed around my eyes.
I didn’t give a s**t about wrinkles, only finding my daughter.
With the support of Sam’s bosses and the whole of Blackwood, we’d planned our South American trip, leaving on New Year’s Day. I’d considered going sooner, travelling on my own, bu
