Jason’s P.O.V, Sunday, June 29th, 2am
4 days. 4 f*****g days and there hadn’t been any news of any kind. We figured Bryce must have changed the license plate as the cops hadn’t had any hits. None of Andrew’s contacts had heard or found anything. We’d hit a complete dead end.
For 4 days I hadn’t really slept or eaten, just waited and wondered where she was, what she was doing, praying that she could somehow make her way back to me. It was all in her hands now. I’d never felt so useless and pathetic in my life.
My thoughts of her smiles and caresses were slowly dying. All I saw now, night and day, was bleeding Erin. r***d Erin. Dead Erin. Erin wondering why I hadn’t found her yet.
Ollie sat down on my couch next to me and sighed.
“You look like s**t. You smell like s**t too.” As well
