Vanessa
I'm running out of air; literally, each breath weighs more than the last.
I pace back and forth across the room, phone in hand, unlocking it, locking it again… I open a news article, close it… I go back to the same article once more, as if hoping that, by some magic, the headline will have changed.
It doesn't…
Businessman Alexander Connor remains missing. His family is asking for the public's help in finding him…
I grip the phone so tightly my knuckles turn white. No… No, no…
This isn't happening… This is becoming more and more of a media circus; it went from a simple post to a national news story.
I hear the front door open. Dad. I practically run to answer it.
As soon as he walks in, I lock the door behind him. I don't want anyone to see he's here. I don't want anyone to
