Ken's POV
I just sat in my car, looking at the house I grew up in. A place I never want to return to. A place which held so many memories.
I sighed as I stepped out of the car, preparing myself to see him. My Dad called saying it was something very important. I asked for him to come over to the office, but he said I had to come home. Home? I scoffed. It's his not mine. I'm homeless right now, I've been for sometime because my home left me. She is my home.
I moved out of the pent house, because I couldn't stay there as every little thing reminded me of Laura. I've searched everywhere, no trace of her. It's like something is blocking me from finding her, or maybe someone. Because every time there's a clue, something goes wrong and it's all back to square one again.
"Good morning
