We were all gathered in the living room at my parents' house. Nita's parents were beside themselves. Mrs Williams hadn't stopped crying, and Mr Williams sat on the sofa, every once in a while grabbing his chest. Yeah, my chest hurt too.
I downed glass after glass of whiskey to dull my pain. My mother couldn't bear the torture and was already losing herself. She kept mixing things up like assuming Gwen was Nita and wondering why we were looking for her.
Yeah, Gwen was there too. For what reason, I had no idea.
We had no lead, and the people watching Sam had nothing to report. The police had no evidence he took her and couldn't do anything. I was stranded.
My dad called in every favor in law enforcement he could. Nothing was working. The security cameras in the hotel were no help either. There was no record of her leaving.
I was just about to go outside to scream at the skies when my phone vibrated; everyone perked up instantly, hoping for news.
