Sixty four

Celine sighed from the bottom of her cheek as her eyes were glued to the frame picture of a little girl building a sand castle who had looked up with a smirk that was far too much like her fathers.

"My love what are you looking at?"

A pair of warm, reassuring hands rested on her shoulders and massaged it looking over and the owners face immediately bleaching up.

"My love,"He reached for the frame,"I've told you not to do this to yourself anymore...Alice will come home one day she..."

"It's been two years, Nick!"Celine wailed as she dragged it away from him and held it even tighter to her chest like she had the actual child in her arms.

"If she was ever going to come to her senses and come back to us, she would have..."

Nick sat next to his wife pulling her close so that her body that was being shaken by sobs so that she could feel his warmth and he could feel hers.

It was like their little girl had fallen off the face of the earth after she ran away, all efforts in finding her wer