James narrating:
He sighed, his eyes showing me the pity he felt for me. It made me angry instead of comforting me. He had known me since we were in high school. I didn't want anyone to feel sorry for me; it made me feel weak, something I refused to be. I hadn't allowed myself to feel weak since Emma left me with our daughter who was only a few months old. I wouldn't even allow myself to cry. I had to stay strong.
— James… He took a deep breath, as if composing his words — It’s been five days… with no more leads. It's probably time to give up and accept…
I huffed at him, angry.
— It's easy for you to say that. It's not your daughter who suddenly disappeared into thin air. Let me remind you, you still talk to Rachel, who's studying in Seattle, once a week, and you talk to Rebecca and he
