Nothing.
Maybe I needed to do this myself. Go out there and search for her. Ask questions. Follow leads.
But I couldn't. Not without losing my job. And I needed the money to keep paying Robert.
It was a vicious cycle.
I sat back down and opened my desk drawer. Pulled out the photo I kept there. Mira and me at a restaurant last year. She was smiling. Looking at the camera.
She'd been happy then. Before she started acting strange. Before she started flinching when I touched her. Making excuses not to come home. Staying late at work.
Like I was the problem.
I wasn't the problem. I took care of her. Paid for everything. Made sure she had what she needed.
So what if I got angry sometimes? So what if I had to remind her how things worked?
She needed discipline. Structure. Someone to kee
