the desperate search
I couldn’t keep the panic from my voice when I called Mark. Within minutes, he was by my side, tearing the house apart. “
It has to be here somewhere,” he muttered, frustration edging his voice. We checked places I had never even thought to look before.
Hours passed, and still, nothing. Mark sat down, defeated. “This doesn’t make any sense,” he said, shaking his head.
We felt completely helpless.