Richard's POV
A pulsing ache in my head makes me grab a strong hold of the wheels, my eyes shutting for a minute before the light turns green for us to go.
Moving ahead, I notice how silent Arabel has been since we left the dance shop, and it leaves me sparing her a glance.
Just to see her watching me.
Intensely.
I look away instantly, afraid she will see through me and not believe the lie I am about to feed her.
The memories.
Back bits by bits as soon as I stepped out of that dance shop to find the little girl. My head was spinning as a scene raced through me.
It was the scene of the day Daisy went missing at the dance shop. Just like that little girl went missing and her mother was hysterical.
Arabel was acting almost the same. Squatting at the entrance of the dance shop, crying her eyes out, while I rushed out to find Daisy with fear gnawing at my heart.
I think that was what brought it all together.
That single incident, with Daisy missing, and Arabel's reaction.
“Aren't you going
