229. Most Wanted Person

 “Is my granddaughter up yet?” Dorothy, who was sitting with Evie and Mary outside the emergency ward stood up from the chair when they saw a doctor come out of the ward. The doctor's eyes scanned through their dismayed faces and he sighed and shook his head.

''No, she's not awake yet.”

She collapsed back to the bench; she had cried so much that her eyes ached, but she couldn't stop the tears from flowing. How would she lose two children in one day? No, no, this was not happening to her. Her head twirled but she forced herself to remain sane, Mary held onto her hand, telling her it's going to be fine.

“Liam has not been found, it's been a whole day and he has not been found, is he dead? Liam… my baby…” The pain was too much to bear; she didn't want to dwell on the pain but she didn't have any control over her thoughts.

Evie was sitting opposite them; her head supported with her both hands as she stared blan