DOMINIC
The second day passed, and still, I received no word about Harper's disappearance. Richard suggested I call Clara. It made sense—she was Harper's best friend, the only person she could've possibly run to.
But Clara claimed she didn't know where she'd gone. She even joined the search, and I couldn't exactly tell if she was trying to hide Harper or not.
Now, a week had gone by—no signs of her.
I sat in the living room, staring at the damned door, every second, every minute, every hour, hoping she would walk through it, that she'd flash me that soft, calming smile she always wore when I was on edge.
I was tempted to file a missing person's report, but that would only feed the public's growing speculation. And Richard's efforts were becoming more and more frustratingly fruitless.
And me? I was growing more useless with each passing day, because I could do nothing but hope she would return.
"Daddy!" Mila's scream cut through my thoughts.
