LUIS
I was at a wits end hanging on by a thread, losing whatever ounce of sanity I still had left as days passed with her still gone. We were all working tirelessly to figure out where she was and who could've possibly taken her and as such sleep was scarce given the way my mind was constantly reeling.
I was really trying to piece things together.
If I ever found the person who did this- there was no limit to what I would do to them for touching what's mine.
It killed me not knowing how she was doing and I was surprised the coffee mug remained intact despite the tight grip I had on it. I still couldn't even bear to say the other word that often whispered in the deep crevices of my mind that maybe she was no longer alive.
She was alive.
She was alive.
I kept murmuring those words in those moments of doubt till they became my silent prayer of redemption.
