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Vincent

I hated that my time with her felt like an old memory. It felt like years, even though it was just two days since I last set my eyes on her. Two days of hell if you ask me.

“Sir.”

I couldn’t sleep a wink, and neither did I have the appetite to eat anything. I felt like a ghost living in an alien body.

“Sir… sir!”

I shot my eyes to the detective standing like an unpaid male model. No offense, but they were beginning to get on my already messed up nerves. My dad highly revered him for all his accomplishments, but all they’ve done since we reported Anne’s case was to ask loads and loads of questions, some of which sounded irrelevant. It might be vital to finding Anne, but I felt we were wasting a whole lot of darn time. Anything could be happening to Anne as we speak.

“Sir, we need to ask you a few more questions, if you don’t mind,” said the annoying detective.

“Are you serious right now?” I asked, slowly rising from the couch. I could feel my anger boiling inside, ready