Kevin got to Myra's bedroom door and knocked. "Darling, are you in?"
No response.
He hurriedly pushed the door open, but she wasn't in, not even in the bathroom or toilet. With his heart in his mouth, he returned to the sitting room to search the kitchen.
Still, no sign of Myra.
Kevin slumped on the couch, fear eating at his heart and mind. He grabbed his head in anguish, trying to think.
Where could she have gone so late?
Angelina had caught the panic in his voice when he called earlier, she tried to ask what was going on, but Kevin managed to assure her everything was fine. He wouldn't want the woman that just recovered from surgery to develop high blood pressure.
How would he explain that her daughter is missing?
Kevin stood up abruptly to pace the room.
All this was his fault. If he had told Myra everything about Cynthia and not hidden a few things from her, it wouldn't have ended up this way.
