Klay’s POV
I was staring at Kelly’s photo while drinking alcohol. I was constantly clenching my jaws in anger. Her beautiful face and smile that kept on haunting my sleeping and waking hours. Her cries, I can hear it in my head. Her eyes, looking at me with rage and hatred, I can see it every single day. Every corner of this fcking house reminds me of her presence and how happy we we’re.
Why can’t I find her? A few months feels so fcking long without her. I’m going crazy. I wanna see her or I’ll completely lose my mind.
She’s my hope. She’s my reason. I don’t think I can function well without her. I feel like dying every single day. I can’t last like this.
I balled my fists and tilted my head as I remember that I haven’t seen Pierce Anderson from the photos that my private investigator has been sending me. I assigned someone to watch his family and for a few months, he’s nowhere to be seen.
