Cutter's P.O.V.
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"Okay, why don't you tell me how exactly your dad went missing," I suggested. "Did he not come home from work? Was he taken from the grocery store? You got any idea?"
Sorsha visibly swallowed, which means I'm not going to like whatever she's about to say.
"I-I don't know," she stuttered, looking up at me with those determined cartoon eyes. "I guess he didn't come home from work?"
"You guess?"
"Well, my dad would sometimes leave for... something. Not work. Maybe work? I don't know. But he'd never be gone for more than a day or two. Before he left this time, he told me it would be longer, but he said a week at the most. He would have found a way to tell me if whatever he was doing would take longer. Something must have happened to him.
