Moira
In the dim light of the room, I couldn't hold back the sob that escaped me. Jake's face was twisted with anger, desperation, and something else, something like heartbreak. He kept shouting, his demands pounding into my ears.
"Moira, tell me! Where is Laura?" His voice, usually calm and steady, shook. But I needed to keep control, to stay calm, or he'd see through everything.
He leaned closer, lowering his voice so only I could hear. "You may think you're in control, Moira, but you're not. Laura's out there somewhere, and if anything happens to her because of you, I'll make sure you pay for it. So, for the last time, where is she?" He yelled at me so loud that the air around me shook and I burst into tears.
