Chapter One hundred and eleven

Liam had been thrown into the cold hands of despair ever since he crashed his wedding, and had been unable to switch on his phone or go on social media because of the countless tests, emails, and DMs asking him where he was.

He had been desperate to search for Nadia while working together with the investigators tirelessly for hours, which turned into days. However, his hope seemed to be wearing thin already, and the strong armor of strength he had put on not to break down wore away very quickly.

It was the evening of the third day of searching for her, and he was sitting in a rented car which was parked at the last town they visited to investigate, disheartened and broken. The pain in his chest was a constant, gnawing ache that grew larger with every passing second of every disappointing news.

He had not slept at all. The dark circles under his eyes had become more pronounced, and he saw her face anything he wanted to close his eyes. His head couldn’t stop replaying their last conv