Richard
One month.
It's been one month since Ruby went missing.
It's almost like she vanished into thin air, never to be found again. The cops are still looking but they haven't stumbled upon anything promising. They just keep asking me to wait and be more patient.
But how can I be patient when the mother of my child went missing? What if something happens to my child? What if something happens to her? What if something has already happened?
The thought of that keeps me awake at night. The thought of that destroys my day. The thought of that kills my appetite for food. My appetite for law. My appetite for life. The thought of that haunts me. Taunts me.
A huge part of me wishes that Ruby ran away. That she packed her bags, changed her name and flew to another town. That she disappear
