though she hadn’t said a word in two days. She looked at her daughter, her heart painful, mourning the loss of her granddaughter and the loss of her daughter. She felt so helpless she didn’t know what to do. London’s father, Malcolm had tried his best to help his daughter, but he too couldn’t get through to her. It had been a hard couple of days.
Detective Gates had paid a visit the day before, but he’d got no closer to solving the disappearance of Paige, and had doubted if they ever will.
‘Honey, I’ve come to take you home,’ said Portia.
London looked at her mother. She could see how the past few days had aged her. There were so many things she wanted to say, but she just couldn’t articulate the words. Her world was a whirlwind of emotions. There was a dry pit of emptiness deep down within her. Someone precious to her had been taken away, and she couldn’t deal with it.
‘Dads waiting for us outside in the car park,’ said Portia.
London gazed at her mother a moment. The woman seemed to be so strong, it was a quality she had always admired in her. She wondered how she could stay so cool and collected.
‘Honey.’ Portia took her daughters hand. ‘I know this is hard. It’s hard for me, but we’ve got to have faith.’
London gazed at her mother. Faith? Faith in what? The words circulated her brain, but never surfaced.
‘Our church is praying for the return of Paige. I’m hopeful that God will make a way,’ she said.
Anger and bitterness seeped through every part of London’s body. Where was God when her daughter was taken from her? She wanted to lash out, but the pain kept her bound.
‘I know this is hard for you, honey. I know that you feel like the Lord has failed you, but I know he hasn’t. I’ll be strong for both of us.’
It won’t bring my daughter back! She wanted to say, but the words only stayed in her mind.
‘Come on love, let’s get you home.’ She held out her hand as if London was a little girl.
She took a moment, but soon, London webbed her arm around her mothers arm, and allowed her to lead the way. Portia smiled and patted her daughter’s hand.
‘It will be okay honey. We can go to your house, pick up some clothes and you can spend some time with us.’
London wanted to resist, but the words wouldn’t form, they wouldn’t release. She was terrified, so frightened to step into her own house. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to step onto the front drive.
‘We’ll take care of you, don’t you worry,’ she said as they walked.
Portia dealt with the release forms and within minutes they were heading towards the car park. Suddenly, London stopped.
‘Honey, what’s the matter?’
The reality of the atmosphere hit her. She stood outside, the cold wind against her face. The feeling triggered the memories of that day. She wanted to run, she wanted to hide! She wanted to hurt herself, she wanted to hit up against a tree, she wanted to do anything to make the internal pain go away, but it was impossible. The reality was staring her right in the face. Her beautiful daughter was gone, and there was a possibility she might never see her again. The realisation hit her! She couldn’t bear it.
‘Sweetheart?’
London walked again until they got to the car. Malcolm stepped out and opened the back door for his daughter to get in.
‘Are you okay darling?’ he asked knowing she wasn’t, but he didn’t know what else to say. It pained him dearly that his only granddaughter had gone missing. ‘It’s okay, we’re here for you,’ he said then finally shut the door. He looked at his wife feeling helpless, she felt the exact same way too.
‘The Lord will make a way,’ she said.
Malcolm nodded even though he didn’t have the same amount of faith as she did. They drove in silence. It was a hard drive to make, and each mile brought trepidation. London wanted to jump out of the car and run away, but she knew that wouldn’t solve anything. From time to time,