I got home late the night the Archbishop kept me late for drinks. Much later than usual.
To hell with it.
I have no idea what I was thinking. Why did I stay? Why did I humor the Archbishop, that lousy bitch?
Miseri is missing — has been ever since that night. My heart has pounding out of my chest since I first received the news. Was it some group of thugs? Or maybe —
I can’t stand it. I tried everything to go and contact her. Alona admitted to me that her sister went out with some friends past the city walls again that night — but she hadn't come back the same time that she usually did. I cried out, grabbed my little girl by the shirt collar, demanded she tell me more. But that was all Alona knew. She had no idea who her sister went with. Could have been some friends from her classes. A guy, maybe. I demanded that Alona tell me more. Someone tell me more. She began to cry.
I felt horrible.
I've put in a call to the CSD.
But I know how these things go all too often. Especially if they're not caught soon enough.
What the fuck is wrong with me? If I had been there I could have