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I called her the moment I saw the message, so I know what's going on with Layla, but seeing Luna like this, so worried and drained, wears me down.
I sit on the bed and take in the worry on her face and the paleness in her skin. Her eyes are red, suggesting she's been crying all afternoon.
"Have you spoken to your father?"
"No, I tried to call, but he and Kimberly are en route to Zurich. They would have left a few hours ago. His phone kept going through to voicemail, so I left a message."
"What about Emily?"
"She came over earlier but had to leave. She was as clueless and worried as me. She tried to tell me that maybe I'm overreacting, but I could tell she was worried and trying to play it down.”
I hate to be right. I also hate to be wrong too, but my instincts have never failed me.
Right from the get-go, I felt Layla's behavior was weird. It didn't make sense, so hearing she's not where she says she was doesn't surprise me.
I just never expected to hear that she's basically missing.
Missing, but either she or someone has obviously made it look like she's safe and having a good time.
All the red flags are going up in my mind about her father, and my damn instincts are telling me something is up. Something in relation to him.
I don’t believe this is an isolated incident, and I don’t believe Luna is overreacting either.
Experience has taught me that if something appears to be strange, it’s because it is.
"I’m going crazy thinking about where she could be. Maybe I am paranoid. Dad has spoken to her several times, and she sent postcards, but I have this bad feeling in my gut, Hunter. Something telling me she’s in trouble."
"Listen to me." I reach forward and touch Luna's cheek. "I want you to write everything down that you know, from the last time you saw her to the stuff you saw on social media, everything. I'm going to look into this straightaway."
Tears streamed down her cheeks. "Really? You will?"
"Of course. Get me all the details, and I'll take care of everything else. I'll do more than my best to find her.” I know I'm promising a lot, but I'm going to try.
"Thank you so much. I just want to know she’s okay. If she’s not, I’d feel like such a jerk. I've had all these horrible thoughts about her all this time." More tears flow down her cheeks, and my heart breaks for her.
I pull her into my arms and hold her again. "Don't think like that. Please don't. Let’s just hope this is all a misunderstanding.”
I say that to soothe her mind, but I'm skeptical as fuck, because it's only been her father that Layla has been in contact with.
He was also the one receiving the postcards.
Layla hasn't called Luna once, yet she’s called her father several times.
As far as I know, Luna hasn't done anything to offend her, so there’s no reason not to call her. Especially when Luna has tried to reach her countless times.
After that whole thing with Kane, I have more reason than ever to distrust Dominic Bianchi. I couldn't even go to dinner the other night and pretend to be the dutiful son-in-law.
My meetings did run over, but I could have made adjustments; I simply chose not to.
"I pray it’s a misunderstanding," Luna says in a small voice.
"I’ll look into it. In the meantime, I want you to try not to worry. Okay?"
She nods slowly.
I give her a soft smile, trying to look positive, but my already-conflicted mind tells me that the dark secrets I worried about are starting to reveal themselves.
I make my way down to my office. I'm at home today.
