Tracking Down

Tristin

I stare at the people sitting around the conference table, all waiting for me to start talking or to give them a chance to talk.

But I can’t do anything.

I stare at the screen of my phone.

It’s been three days—three days since I failed to protect Grace and she disappeared.

One more failure.

Another person I care about is gone.

I know who did it, but I have been sitting here like a fool, instead of turning the world upside down to find her and bring her back to my side.

Panic threatens to bubble in my throat but I push it down, hide it behind the facade of indifference. People stare at me, trying to gauge my emotions, but all they meet is ice. Yet, my heart is…

Burning.

Every second that passes brings me closer to losing my grip on my sanity.

I tell myself that I just need a little time. And it sounds similar again.

The phone on the table starts ringing, and my cold hand reaches for it. I pick it up and place it against my ear.

Heavy breathing sounds from the speaker. My mu