#Chapter148
Burned footsteps
Christopher Constantinou
Alastair was one of the two who was in charge of keeping an eye around Europe. He still had to get back to me on his findings. So far, we had nothing.
I slammed the glass table and watch as it shatters into pieces, but my knuckles were perfectly fine. Decades passed but she was nowhere to be found. Where was this mate of mine hiding?
Right after she left the second time, I was in charge of finding her and keeping her safe. I have stopped all my other responsibilities as my main priority was her. My heart and my brain didn’t allow me to concentrate on anything else.
I have now travelled almost everywhere. Just a news of her sighting, I would jump on a flight and be there. But only to be disappointed. It was like, she burned her footsteps as she walked the land. Not even a trace of her was anywhere to be found. Not a glimpse. Not a sniff. She had disappeared.
