Where She Went Ending Novels & Stories

"Maybe she is her mother’s daughter. Maybe she just wanted to see if she could break the leash one last time." I looked out the window at the blurred lights of the city. Then, I looked at the direction the sedan had been travelling when it was last spotted on the Henry Hudson Parkway. It wasn't headed for the airports. It was headed north. Deep north. "Call it off," I said, my voice dead. "What?" Silas barked. "We’re close to checking the upstate bus terminals—" "She’s not at a terminal, Silas. She’s at the mansion. She went to Father."

“What the hell do you mean by that? Gone? Where is she?” “Indianapolis. She went home. She. Is. Gone.” “You Lockwood men are so damn hardheaded sometimes.” She stood and pulled out her phone, walking out of the room as she dialed a number. I sat there, unmoving, numb from everything. I didn’t know for how long, but soon Miles was tripping over himself to get at me. He grabbed my shoulders and shook me. “What have you done? What the fuck have you done, Wes? “

“Neither did you.” “No,” she whispered. “But at least I learned how to live with the pieces.” He pulled her into his side, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Come,” he said. “Let’s go home.” She didn’t answer. Just took one last look at the trail where the rogues had vanished—and the man she’d only just discovered was her blood. Then she turned away.

With that she walked out the door. (End of convo) I waited a few minutes and I called Zaika again but this time it went straight to voice. That worried me even more. So I decided to track her phone, good thing I could do it even if it was off. I waited for the satellite to pick up her last known signal. Which was at Montage Beverly Hills pent house suite. “What the hell was she doing there?” I asked myself. It even says that she’s still there! As quick as a flash I dashed out of my office anger and fire in my eyes and veins as I set on a trip to Montage Beverly Hills Pent House Suite.

The door shuts behind them, leaving me alone with my gloomy thoughts, the weight of the revelation hanging above me like a dark grey cloud. I drop onto my leather chair, placing my head in my hands. She’s gone. I don’t know where she went, but she simply left. No one knows where she went. Even her mother, who lived in the quieter part of town, is gone. The house has been empty for months.

I gasp, behind my hand. I stagger back, in shock. " Where is she?" She doesn't answer but just stares at me. " Where is she?!" I snap, making her jump slightly. I think I might end up in jail tonight. " She's gone." " Gone, where did she go, tell me?!" " She passed away." I freeze on the spot, not knowing how to react. " She had gone to the bank one day, and it so happened, to be the day some robbers decided to rob that bank. It turned out to be a robbery gone wrong, and she, amongst a few others, unfortunately didnt get out alive."

I mean why wouldn't she tell me where she is? “You don't need…” She started to say. “I don't need to know?” I completed her words for her. I'm starting to get irritated. “She would definitely want me to know she's okay. Why won't you just tell me already!” “Because she decided to leave again.” She eventually said. I was confused. Leave again? “What…” My voice trailed off. “There's no point. She left. She went back to the real world. She's in Alaska now.” What!

“What do you mean gone?” “She left after that fight with her dad and Ramon. She said she needed air. That was what Ramon told me. But she’s not answering her phone. She’s not here.” Stephen stood up. “I’ll track her phone.” I followed him back to his desk, heart pounding. He clicked a few times, typing rapidly. “Got it. Last location pinged fifteen minutes ago…an abandoned hotel down on Willow Street.” My stomach dropped. “That place is creepy.”

She knew she had fucked up, and she knew damn well there will be no ditch to hide in and no mountain to fall on her that would shield her from what was coming next. “Where is she now?” Verzi asked causing me to grin. Of course, I had the answer to that one. I had my men looking for her on every corner of this planet, and they spotted her in a rustic container not far from Thousand Oaks. Bitch thought she would be invisible if she kept off the main roads. Little did she know that I even owned the damn stones and rocks. “We will pay her a little visit after the funeral,” I said and they both nodded.

"I hope she never speaks to him again. Where is she now?" "She’s in Greenwich, Connecticut. Just outside the city," he said. "I bought her a house there so she could be close to the best doctors. I was supposed to call her when I landed in Fiji. She’s probably been watching the news for days." The reality of our disappearance hit me again. There were people out there whose lives were paused in a state of grief. "She’ll see you again," I said firmly. "We have the kit now. We have the flare. We’re going to get home."