*Chelsea's POV*

Dammit!

I spilled my coffee on the stacks of paperwork covering my kitchen table. My eyes had bags under them as I worked tirelessly day and night trying to find Gwen. I managed to piece together different clues about where she could be, but kept running into dead ends. I had called the police, hospitals, and even tow truck companies to see if her car had been found since it wasn’t at her apartment.

I feared the ...