Where She Went Ending Novels & Stories

It's already midnight, it's not her thing to come home before midnight. "Where did she go?" I ask as my fist tightened "She went to the company Master and then she didn't come back." she answered I ignored her and walk straight to my room, I get my phone and dialed Anton's number. He picked up my call after a few rings. "Where did Ashyrel go?" I directly ask It made me so damn nervous right now, I'm worried about her. I don't know where did she go and it's already midnight. "Madam left the company early earlier and she didn't tell me where she's going." he replied I ended the call annoyingly after he replied. Damn it! Where is She?

I demanded, my patience wearing thin. “We found details of her plane tickets. She has gone far away from here.” He replied, his voice measured. I narrowed my eyes. “Far away? Where exactly?” He hesitated, scared to speak like he was the one who was in trouble. “Paris. She left a few days ago, on a private charter.” I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself and stop myself from crashing out. “Did you find any other information? Like about where she is staying?” Did Wendy seriously think that she would do something so bad and run away without anyone trying to find her? Did she feel like we couldn’t go to Paris to find her?

He answered Driving out of the academy gates. She looked back at it taking in the sights one last time. Either if she survives this or not, there was a slim possibility of her returning to this place. The place that healed her and gave her so much. The place that let her meet Azeph and so many other wonderful people. “Goodbye,” She whispered and then looked forward. They drove in silence for a few minutes as Elinor wondered what she was going to do. Was she going to go up to check on Azeph? What if he doesn’t want to see her anymore?

The last hospital record flashes across the screen. Destination: Private air terminal – Newark. My breath catches. “She’s leaving the country.” Adrian shakes his head slowly. “No.” “Then what?” His voice lowers. “She’s coming here.”

I won’t. My phone buzzes in my pocket, pulling me from my spiraling thoughts. Parker’s name flashes on the screen. I answer it quickly, a strange sense of urgency clawing at my chest. “Dwight,” Parker says, his voice steady, but I can hear the faint edge of something in his tone. “I’ve got your answer.” “Where is she?” “She boarded a plane about 40 minutes ago. Her destination is Greece.” Greece. My mind immediately flashes to her—the last place I would’ve guessed she’d be. After everything, I thought she’d head somewhere else, some quiet corner of the world, perhaps, to escape, to get away from it all. But Greece? That’s too... precise. Too final.

If he knew where she was, why the hell wasn’t she here already? “As I was saying,” he continued, “we tracked her phone, but the signal went dark around Fourth Street. However…” he paused, his expression flickering “I also put a tracker in her wristwatch. We followed that signal all the way to Springfield Haven. That’s where she is.” I sat up straighter, my pulse quickening. “Then why isn’t she home?” He did that thing with his leg…tapping the ground when he knows I won’t like the answer.

"Then where is she?" "That's the problem," Rufus said. "I don't know. After she left the meeting with your grandmother that day, she took a car service to an address in Queens. It was some kind of private medical facility. She was there for about two hours. Then she left in a different car. And after that, the trail went cold." "A medical facility?" I repeated. "What kind of medical facility?" "I'm still looking into it," Rufus said. "But Blackwood, there's something else. Something you need to know."

“Masked men. They grabbed her. Threw her into a car. She’s gone, Aaron.” The tray in my lap might as well have fallen through the mattress. Gone. The word tore through me like glass. Aaron sat up, the whole bed shifting with the force of his body moving. His voice dropped to a tone I’d only heard a handful of times—controlled fury. “Where?” “Downtown. Near the river trail. They were fast, professional. We can’t track the plates. She’s just—” Connor’s voice broke. “She’s gone.” I pressed a hand to my stomach, my heart a pounding mess against my ribs.

She closed the door, locked it, and headed straight for the location atop Claus’ latest I*******m post - New Haven, Connecticut. Bus ride after bus ride, taxi after taxi, she finally got to Connecticut, which was miles away from where she was coming from. She had thought about leaving to go and meet him. But when she remembers what he did, and her vows to Rick, she would change her mind again and stay back. But after everything, she found her way back to Connecticut. The place where her life was perfect and she had it all. A job, friends, a life, and most of all, adventure.

I wonder what she had come here to do, where was she heading to, and why did she come here? As I followed her trail, my heart sank as I realized that she had taken a bus back to the airport. She had tried to cover her tracks by first taking a train out of the city before boarding a bus back to the city and then boarding a plane to God knows where. The urgency of the situation pressed down on me, driving me forward with a single-minded purpose, to find Ameera before it was too late. The others followed closely behind me as we went back to the airport to see where she was heading to.