Doesn’t he know about the girls who have gone missing?Louisa was taken only a few weeks ago.
Jesus, I’d be glued to my child if it were me.That is, if I ever get the opportunity to be a mom.
I picture the discussion I’ll be having with Jake this weekend and feel the heaviness in the pit of my stomach.I think we both know.
Last night we were both quiet, and our lovemaking was almost poignant.
Not a word I would have used before.
It was like we were saying goodbye.
I should have said something, but when he slid inside me, those beautiful eyes of his locking on mine, my heart clenched, and I just clung to his arms and let myself feel everything that could have been.
That never will be.
And then I let him wrap his arms around me and laid awake until the early hours.As if enjoying the last hours.
Christmas isn’t far away.The new year can be a fresh start.
I don’t want a fresh start.I want Jake.
Trinity and I step out into the sunlight, and I wish I’d brought my sunglasses.Both of us wander along the street, glancing around.
“There he is!”Trinity exclaims, pointing across the road.“Dad!”
Clearly he’s a walker-talker, as he’s gone a long way down the street.
I wave out to get his attention, trying to remember her surname to call over to him, when suddenly our view is blocked by a wide van.
Ugh.Annoying.
It pulls up abruptly beside us.
The sounds of the van door scraping open, boots slamming to the ground and Trinity gasping happen all at once while my brain is still trying to see across the road.
It’s confusing.
It’s disorientating.Especially when three huge black-clad figures surround us.We both scream as our bodies are picked up and tossed into the vehicle.
Oh, my god!
This can’t be happening.
No.No!
Then I feel the pinch of a needle.
