chapter 30

Fredericks POV

“Where could she be? I don’t know. I am calling everyone; no one knows her whereabouts." Joan’s mother said, panicking as she paced backwards and forward for the past hour. She had cried so much that her eyes were now red, and her nose as well.

“She will be fine; you know, kids, they are just paranoid; she will come back,” dad said, trying to coax her, but she rebuffed. "If anything happens to her, I won’t forgive myself; I should have consoled her, but no, you told me not to; you told me you would do so. Now she ran away.” Back and forth, they argued about her reason for running out in the middle of the night.

On the other hand, I was not feeling myself anymore; my heart is beating so fast, yet my body felt too weak to move, sweat bead trickling down my body. I could think of a lot of places and scenes that she might be in, but none of them seemed to be coming into play.

“Find her; stop telling me that; I need to find a report for a missing person.”

“You know you can’t