Chapter 48

Hope Alive

Was I meant to remain in shambles, heartbroken? Or was it always meant to turn to sorrow when it seemed like light was surging? My heart and entire body were no longer mine. Why was there a "but" in his last sentence?

It's been three long days, but it felt like a thousand. I had wept until there were no more tears left. I had roamed the streets of the city countless times like a deranged person until my strength failed me. All futile, no hope. The worst part was that the cops were on the case, but still, it had been three days without my son. The inspector only pulled my leg to calm me down, assuring me my son was in their custody, but those were mere words. Only Aaron read between the lines as he glared intensely at me.

I kept blaming myself subconsciously for even giving that strange guy a listening ear. I should have just ignored him and moved on. Maybe then all of this wouldn’t be happening, and Henry wouldn’t be missing.

My body was a mess, and my limbs felt