Chapter 22

He woke up with a kick, made by his legs. Another nightmare!

He sniffed soberly and dragged himself to the bathroom to wash off the dream not only from his face but from his life. She might be missing now, but she'll be back. He told himself.

He was on a compulsory leave and when he checked the time, he saw that he really needed the leave. At first when his boss asked him to stay off work until she is found he argued. To him, it was better that he was at work. He will be more miserable if he's alone without her. He and his team has worked so hard for the past two days, even at night. He settled in late the night before because he had visited a dead trail.

It's always been a dead trail. He dragged himself down the stairs to the kitchen, but could not enter.

Everywhere smells of her.

He kicked a pillow on the rug and sat by the couch. The same way they sit every night. They prefer to sit on the rug than the couch. He sucked on a tear.

“Shit…” he hissed, throwing away another pillow. He