It had been three weeks. Three damn weeks! Alex was restless. He kept going around the city, and got back to the old house where she was being kept captive.
He just could not understand why this was happening. He had to deal with months of her absence, got her back, she 'died', another couple of months, had her back, and she was gone again. He spent only a few days with her.
"We will find her…" Brigitte said. She had not been around because Alex's grandfather was ill and he had to be with him. She felt guilty. If she was there, Camilla would have never gone downstairs by herself, she would have never gotten kidnaped.
"When?" He asked, his eyes full of tears. "Our son needs me, he needs us. And I can't stay with him because I have to look for his mother!"
"Calm down."
"No! I can't!" He was frantic. "I love her! She is my life! She came back to me and I lost her once again!"
