Hayley proceeds to describe her hazel brown eyes and matching hair, the curls that fall mid back. The glistening in her eyes, the dimple on her right cheek, and I listen, my heart aching.
The footage wasn’t clear. It did show her walking back out and toward the gate, getting lost in the late arrivals, and then she was gone. I need that footage. I had a friend in the FBI who would be more than happy to help me. Blake and I served together in the Afghanistan tour, and he’d come to Erin’s funeral. I’m sure he would be willing to lend me a hand, unofficially.
“Can we go home?” Hayley looks up at me. I nod. I can do that for her. I text Carl on my way out and lead her to her car. I’d fetch my truck later. It was a short walk to the school.
I drive, and she sits silently, staring at the journal every now and then, hoping it won’t disappear.
I’m sorry for what I am about to do.
I pull into her driveway, and she rests her head against the headrest, and the tears fall. I close the small distance between us, wrapping her in my arms. “We’re going to find her, and soon.”
She nods and looks into my eyes, searching for hope, validation that what I am saying is true, or comfort. Whatever it is, is heartbreaking. “I have some errands I need to run. Carl's here though.” I see his car in the mirror. He parks on the side of the street.
She nods. “Be back soon.” She wraps her arms around me, and I squeeze her gently.
I wave at Carl and watch as they make their way into the house. When she’s inside, I swipe the diary and tuck it in my jacket.
If there is anything in it, Blake and I will find it.
