Chapter Eighty-eight

Catherine's POV:

It's been several hours and I have heard nothing from Michael. After he shot out of the dining room with speed while we were still laughing and dining, I didn't know what to make of it so I gave him a call after a few minutes and he promised that he was going to be back last night.

But it was already noon and I was yet to see him. I keep checking my phone from time to time with the hopes that he was going to call back to assure me that all was well.

But I got no calls. Not even Trenton or the other men who's contact I had returned my call. I moved about my day in a melancholic daze.

The kids kept asking about Michael and I had to put up with lies, promising that he was going to return tomorrow or so. I told them he had someplace important to keep the questions from coming.

After breakfast this morning, I had spent my time asking the guards who hadn't left along with him of his whereabouts and all they kept telling me was that they couldn't let