Zeke’s POV
For the past two weeks of sleep , my usual night routine was turning and tossing around my bed, until my eyes grew heavy in the early hours of the morning, and I'm able to get a little sleep–if I could even call it that.
Tracy's whereabouts is still unknown and despite our best efforts at finding her, nothing fruitful has been accomplished so far.
Gosh! We are wasting so much time! A luxury we clearly can't afford at the moment. For all we know Tracy was being locked up somewhere and being tortured.
But me, what I'm I doing? Nothing! Absolutely nothing! Like a useless piece of trash!
Tears rolled out my eyes as I laid in bed, my mind coming up with a million and one ways on how she was being tortured as I stared at the ceiling lost in thought, my frustration boiling ten tim
