Two weeks.
Fourteen days.
And still no trace of Lara.
Tension was high between everyone, and even though Laura was still helping out with the kids, she wasn't talking to her brother.
Curtis, on the other hand, was so preoccupied with searching for his wife that he didn't care about his sister's silent treatment.
A sharp knock rapped on his door and the sound resounded through his study. He looked up from the document he was going through, and Lazarus walked in.
"Sir," Lazarus said as he saluted crisply.
"What's the report?" he asked sharply, not giving a damn about pleasantries or respect at the moment.
Lazarus hid a wince at the question. He knew Curtis wasn't going to like what he was about to say, but he had to say it regardless.
So he made sure his expression remained blank as he spoke.
