CHAPTER 111

SAYGE'S POV

"What the fuck do you mean you cannot find her?!" I snarled at the police officers standing in my living room.

My grandma tapped me on my knee, a silent gesture to calm me down. Calm? Christ, it had been three weeks. Three weeks of this gnawing, gut-wrenching void

Three weeks and I couldn't find her. They could find her. God, I had no idea where she was or what had happened to her. Our kids would not stop asking about their mother; even Alexa missed her.

"Thank you, ...