Three days had passed in the blink of an eye, and there was no information about Lucien. The police had kept constant watch at his apartment, but there was no sign of him. It stood abandoned like a ghost of its former self, and even Emilia didn't dare appear…
The Marge mansion stood hollow and silent, like a memory fading from existence; the quietness was deafening, and the constant soft sobs echoing were heart-wrenching. Kabir could not define his actions or excuse his behavior, and Blair withdrew into herself.
So much was happening, but she could not find the energy to push forward. The sun was high at its peak, and everyone lazed around, but not Blair.
She found herself in the home office, reviewing file after file. Her mind was a haze of questions and a blur of answers. Her mind searched for tips, and her eyes scanned for answers; she did not know what for.
