Short Chapter but here you go... please enjoy.
There was an empty hole where a large part of my heart used to sit. The pain of this loss was so severe, I couldn't breathe right.
It had been two days. Two days since I had seen my baby. Two days since I knew she was alright.
The pain was like thick syrup; molasses even, spreading through my body starting from the heart and stopping up every other feeling, making me burn and ache and shiver and numb all at the same time. My face burned, my eyes swollen and red, my nose running from the tears.
I couldn't stand this much longer.
I was curled up with Edward on the sofa when we heard the knock on the door. Edward stood up, kissing my forehead, before going to answer it.
"Hello Detective Snyder. Please come in." I sat up and pulled at Edward's shirt that I was wearing. I hadn't been motivated enough to get dressed yet. Edward came back in, leading the detective who I had talked to previously. Edward sat back down with me and the Detective took the arm chair.
"How are you doing?" he asked softly. It surprised me he asked and I blinked.
"Terrible." I said honestly. My voice was flat and empty. Detective Snyder nodded.
"Right, well we tracked down this Greg." He said slowly. "It turns out he is in the area." My heart fluttered wildly. Was I close to hearing the answers I desperately needed? "It turns out his wife was leaving him and came up here to escape. He followed her and he's been arrested for domestic violence. He's been held up for three days now. There was no way he could have taken your daughter." I felt a sob roll through my chest as I realized our last hope, our last clue was useless. We were back at square one.
Edward's hands pulled me tighter into his chest and I turned toward him, letting my tears out. I heard him talking to the detective though I couldn't, for the life of me, understand them. I was too far deep in my own misery.
Detective Snyder left shortly afterwards, promising to keep us updated. Edward thanked him but didn't leave me to walk him to the door. I was clinging to Edward as if he were the last life line, holding me to sanity.
"I don't understand." I wept, anguish heavy in my voice. "I don't understand. Why our baby?" Edward pulled me onto his lap and moved us so we were lying on the couch. He kept his arms around me, soothing me, though I could see his own tears.
"I don't know love. I really don't know."
I was calling in every favour I had ever acquired, trying to find my niece. I had a cousin who was a private investigator and I had her working to find Charlee. I didn't trust the police whole heartedly. I had also called in a favour with an old friend of mine who was now a famous news anchor, telling her what had happened and asking her to spread the word about Charlee. As far as I was concerned, the more people that knew; the better.
Emmett was taking his niece's disappearance exceptionally hard. He and Charlee had a unique bond. Of course it was impossible not to love the little girl, but Emmett always understood her. He said it was because Charlee was so much like Bella, it was easy for Emmett to understand her. I just thought it was sweet.
But now, the absence of Charlee was crushing him. Emmett had gone through so many different kinds of pain in his life, none of which he deserved. Of course I didn't blame Bella. I blamed everyone who had done anything against her.
I sighed heavily as I rolled through my contacts list, trying to find someone to call to help the investigation. My finger stopped on a name and I paused, considering it. Would they know anything? I shook my head, deciding it didn't matter I hadn't spoken to them in a long time. My family needed help and right now, this was the only person I could see that could do that.
"Mommy?" I looked up at the sound of her sweet voice. She was looking around, confused. "Daddy?" I smiled.
"I'm right here angel." She looked at me surprised.
"Who are you? I want mommy and daddy." Her large green eyes filled with tears and I instantly moved to sooth her.
"Shh, darling it's alright. There are some things I need to tell you about your parents and I know you can keep up cause you're so smart, aren't you?" I asked smiling at her. She smiled wearily.
"That's what mommy says." I nodded.
"Are you hungry?" I asked standing. She nodded. She had been more or less sleeping the past day and I was sure she was starving. "Come on, I've made you a sandwich." I said holding out my hand for her. She looked at me hesitantly and I smiled at her. "Aren't you hungry sweetie?" She nodded.
"Yes." She whispered. I smiled.
"Well then let's have some lunch." She nodded and took my hand. I smiled down at her. This was how it was supposed to be and would be from here on out. My daughter and me.