Andrew Walter's house
This chapter is written in a third person point of view:
“Boss, we couldn’t find her,” one of Andrew’s men said, his voice low, almost apologetic.
Andrew was already on the edge of sanity, the whole situation almost driving him crazy. His hands clenched into fists, knuckles white. His eyes were bloodshot, rimmed with sleepless nights and consumption of alcohol.
The walls of the house seemed to close in tighter with every hour that passed without a trace of Mirabella.
To him, Mirabella had vanished without a word, without a sign. She was just gone.
Andrew almost went crazy from the moment he realized she was missing. On the first day, he waited, thinking she would come back, but as days passed, waiting would drive him completely nuts.
He had mobilized every r
