Chapter Forty-Six.

Arlington Heights, Chicago.

“Any news?”

The quiet winds blew in through the windows, at enough velocity to sway her blonde hair a little to the side. And Kayla Sanderson sat in the chair, numbed to her bones.

The sirens from the police van blared and she was faced with an officer—the same one that showed up each day since Colton disappeared. And even as quiet as she was, she was still handling it a lot better than his own mother who’d dedicated a chuck of her day to crying that her son return.

“There has been nothing” The officer informed and she closed her eyes to the tears that fell. “Nothing still, we’ve tried our very best to contact him and Colton has left us no other explanation other than wherever he is, he doesn’t want to be found” Umar, the Sheriff continued and Kayla wiped her moist eyes.

If only she had just stayed his secretary, none of this would have happened. Now, adoption wasn’t an option since her husband never showed up for the meeting that day. Instead he journeyed