Nathan's POV.
I was relieved when I picked her up, the irritation and worry that had been surrounding me dissipating as she sat in the convenience store, frozen and unsure of where to look.
I let out the breath that had been pent up in my heart and slowly relaxed my clenched fingers.
She really doesn't see men well, she lost contact for so long, and the man named Raymond didn't go looking for her, instead he was still bugging the front desk. Could the receptionist have called her back?
"Where did she last get off the bus?" I just couldn't listen to this and walked over quickly, I really didn't bother to ask for clarification one by one, and I think Raymond probably couldn't answer either.
His concern for Amanda always seemed to be undemonstrated.
In other words, he didn't seem to car
