Hugo's POV

It's over three months since she went missing! Three months of untold level of guilt, anger and pain!

You have no idea how devastating it has been for me. I have barely had anything to eat for these past months! The chicken barbeque that has no rival has become a bitter taste in my mouth. The meat reminds me that her body may be out in the woods, being feasted on by vultures. The red Italian whisky that counts as my favorite reminds me of the blood of my beloved that probably has been shed!

Who would think about such food when it tastes bloody!?

A lot has...