Chapter 111

DOMINIC 

It had been over twelve hours. 

Twelve fucking hours since when the girls went missing. 

Twelve hours since the worst thing that could have ever happened, happened. 

Twelve hours of calling, searching, digging and even praying to a God I wasn’t even sure was still listening to people like me.  

I ran my hand through my hair for the umpteenth time and I paced around in circles in the dirty airport security office. Every wall surrounding us felt like they were closing in on me, the bright light in the room was making my eyes ache and my head was banging. My throat was dry from all the shouting, questioning and screaming I had been doing. But with all my questions, no one was seeming or able to give me any tangible response. 

Alex was sitting by the table, his head in his hand, the fingers of his other hand clenched so tight around his phone that his knuckles had turned white and his veins popped. His face