Vanessa
There's nothing… Nothing new, nothing clear.
I've spent hours… days… checking the same things over and over. News, websites, social media, comments, anything that might give me a clue, a sign, a different detail.
But no… Everything says the same thing.
I clutch my phone in my hands.
"Say something more…" I murmur.
But there's nothing more, and that… That's what's driving me crazy. Because not knowing… is worse than any answer.
I get up from the sofa and start pacing the apartment, back and forth.
Aimlessly, relentlessly.
My mind races.
"What if she's already spoken?"
"What if she said something?"
"What if someone suspects something?"
I stop dead in my tracks… No, there's nothing. The police haven't said anything, nor have the news outlets.
Everything remains… clean,
