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Dad’s the police officer. He has the resources to find her without triggering a chain of events we may not all come back from. I shiver as I put Wander in drive and make my way to the house I’ve barely stayed in. This place doesn’t feel like home.

There’s a police car in the driveway as I pull up. I can’t stop the thoughts in my head. They come fast. I miss Chase already. I’ve gotten used to him being around to keep me grounded and quiet the noise in my head. Why did I react the way I did?

I find dad and a gentleman I don’t know in the longue room. A laptop is set up on the coffee table.

Dad walks over to me and pulls me into his arms. I can’t remember the last time Dad hugged me. I let him, relishing in the comfort his arms provide even if he has been a shitty father.

“It’s okay. We’ll find her.” He whispers to me.

“What if… What if they have her?” I sob. Finally letting the emotions that have threatened to take over from the moment I figured out she was missing.

“Shhh… it’s okay. We can’t think like that yet. We’re trying to find her last location. Then we will head out there and see if we can figure out what happened.” Dad softly rubs my back, trying to provide more comfort and to calm me down.

It doesn’t work.

He’s not Chase.

My heart aches a little knowing I hurt them all when I walked out of the restaurant.

I move away from Dad and start to pace the room.

Twenty minutes later my phone starts buzzing in my hand.

Millie

“Millie…”

“Yasmin, I’m so sorry. I’m okay,” she says in a hurry.

“Where are you?”

“I’m safe. I turned my phone off without thinking. I’m sorry.”

“WHERE ARE YOU?” I ask louder, letting the anger now take over. She turned her phone off?

What the actual fuck?

“I’m with Chase. He’s bringing me home.”

“You’re with Chase? Where were you?” Why is she with Chase? Wait. How is she with Chase? It’s been less than an hour since I last saw him.

“They found me.” Ohh. They looked for her, even after I was a bitch and pushed them all away refusing their help.

“I’m at Dad’s,” I say not quite sure what else to say to her. Now I know she’s okay, I’m pissed off.

“I’ll be there soon,” she says and hangs up the phone.

I turn to find Dad watching me, waiting for an explanation.

“She’s okay. I don’t know where she was, but Chase found her and they’re bringing her home,” I say both relieved and angry. How could she be so careless?

Twenty minutes later Millie comes rushing through the door.

“I’m so sorry.” She rushes making her way into the lounge room. I take in her appearance. Her hair is a mess, her face flushed, but she doesn’t look sorry.

“Where were you?” I ask my tone coming out colder than even I was expecting.

“I was with a friend?” She says looking between Dad and I.

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