Saturday ended painfully slowly, and by the time Sunday came, I was more restless than I had ever been in my life.
I hadn't slept all night.
Every time I closed my eyes, my thoughts dragged me back into everything happening around Shawn, everything my parents were doing, everything that could go wrong if even one thing slipped out of place.
So instead of sleeping, I stayed awake listening carefully to every conversation my parents had throughout the night and early morning.
Apparently, they still hadn't found anything yet.
That should have made me feel relieved, but it didn't.
Because not finding didn't mean they would stop looking. It only meant they would start widening their suspicions and tactics, and that terrified me more.
