Jaxon

I ran a hand down my face as I examined my reflection in the mirror, turning my head from side to side. It was fair to say that I'd looked better. I looked positively disheveled. I had stopped shaving after Sara had gone missing, and now I looked like a wild man.

I sighed heavily as I opened the bathroom cabinet and bent down, searching for a new can of shaving cream. A shave wouldn't bring Sara back, but it would hopefully make me feel more like ...