MRS HURT“I called her hours ago and she told me she was on her way home. It’s been hours now and she is still not back, and her phone is off.” My husband told my son, he looked so worried, but I wasn’t sure if he should be. From what I gathered, Vivian could take care of herself just fine. “What do you want me to do, dad?”Grayson looked concerned as well. I wished he were that concern about his sister who was missing. A lone tear escaped my eye at the thought of her, where could she be, if she were alright, being treated well. “Hey, don’t cry my darling. We will get her back, I promise.” He wiped a tear off my eyes.I wished he was talking about our daughter, but he didn’t even want to hear her name being mentioned. “I know, I am just worried. This is unlike her.” It was, she liked reporting, telling us her whereabouts. Making sure we knew where she was at all times.Like someone who had to cover her tracks. “Greyson, take some men and go look for her. That message didn’t sit well w
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