Chapter Twenty One - Evidence from Hell

Before the whole abduction, life at the apartment with Amy had been a whirlwind of exciting activities. Amy's laughter, sometimes accompanied by the sound of joyous singing, almost always filled the air. But after that damned particular day, the atmosphere felt very heavy and sad. I found myself lingering in the living room, my phone in hand as I texted Noah. The apartment, once filled with life and excitement, now seemed unnervingly silent.

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As I sipped my tea, the warmth failed to chase away the chill that had settled in my heart. I could not help but wonder about Amy's whereabouts and safety. It was hard not to let the worry consume my thoughts, like a shadow lurking at the edge of my consciousness. The absence of my daughter's vibrant presence was a stark contrast to the lively environment we had both cherished.

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Meanwhile, Harrison had gone out to gather more information about Amy's abduction, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I was deep in contemplation, my face buried in palm