Throughout the day, Rob and especially Alasdair had not been in their right senses. Occasionally, they drifted into their thoughts.

Alasdair was unable to concentrate on the documents he ought to sign. Over the past months, he had been working from home due to his guilt. Sitting in his study room before his table, Alasdair eyes were trained on the pile of documents before him but anyone who watched him closely would notice that his eyes were unfocused.

He appeared to be mulling over things as his brows were creased and then straightened intermittently. Unknown to him, he was on a rollercoaster of emotions.

'Is she still alive?' he wondered...