Kelly

The call from Anderson had shattered the little thread I was holding onto. Aiden, my sweet, innocent Aiden, was missing. Panic clawed at my chest as I paced around the house, unsure of what to do. Adrian was making calls, organizing a search, but I couldn’t stand still. I needed to act. 

“Kelly, stop,” Adrian said, his hand on my palm. “We’re doing everything we can. Just stay here.”  

I shook him off, unable to contain my panic. 

“You don’t understand. I can’t just sit here! What if something’s happened to him? What if—”

“Kelly, I know. I’m scared too,” Adrian said, his voice strained. “But we can’t make...