Zita

Kian has been missing for almost a week now. He wasn't answering his calls, his texts, and now, my soon-to-be in-laws who thought that he was only being rebellious were now forced to believe he was missing.

I removed a handful of paper towels, offering them to Kian’s mum, Jana who wouldn't stop crying since she couldn't reach her son. “I keep having nightmares about Kian” She sniffled, collected the towels from me, and blew into them. 

The sound of her whimper broke me apart and I didn't know when a tear dropped from my eyes. No mother should have to feel this way. 

She turned swollen eyes to...