GRIFFIN'S POV
“It’s a text from Mia. f**k! For once, can she just listen to me?” My voice echoes in the car. Lucas drives in silence, not saying a word. My temper meter has reached its f*****g limit, and the fear of not seeing my daughter again is becoming stronger and stronger by the minute.
“Were too now, Sir?” Lucas asks. Lucas and Gretha loved Rosie. She was like a child to them, still is. f**k Griffin, stop talking in the past tense. I Scowl myself.
“Sir, we’ve been driving for hours now. Maybe it’s time to let the police handle it?” Lucas half ask, half said to me.
“No, we will keep searching until we find her. I don’t care if we have to drive across the f*****g country, I will find my daughter.” I spit, taking my anger out on Lucas. I know he’s tired.
“If you want
