Book 4: Living an Empty Life

Killian's POV

I landed in Paris in the wee hours of the morning. But where would I look for Sydney in this overpopulated city? Even Louis and his PI had failed to find a clue. No one knew where Sydney had gone.

I headed straight to the US Embassy for help. After hours of waiting, they announced that they had no record of Sydney. It was a dead end, but I wasn’t giving up. 

“Why don’t you seek police help?” 

I nodded, thanked the receptionist, and headed towards the nearest police station. After hours, I booked into a hotel to rest my jet-lagged body. Throughout the entire day, I waited for an update, but I met with disappointment. It didn’t look like Sydney had come here, or she would have surely registered herself at the embassy. 

For three days, I urged the cops and hired a PI as well. Yet they couldn’t find my missing wife!

“She hasn’t reached Paris, Mr. Barlowe. I coordinated with the cops and checked the passeng