#Chapter 170: They’re Going to Pay

Almara’s Pov It’s been forty-eight hours since Grace was taken away, but it feels like years. As soon as I composed myself that day leaving the park, I called Arthur and explained everything that happened. We haven’t stopped investigating since. Reluctantly we had to inform Roman and Elenor of our therapy sessions who did a poor job of keeping their snickering to themselves. Still, when even only after a few hours passed and they haven’t seen Grace they asked where she was. There was no point in lying and we need their help anyways. Once the judgements regarding me and Arthur’s therapy sessions passed Roman got in contact with a private investigator. We’re sitting on the burnt caramel-colored leather sofa in the living room waiting for the PI to show up with his findings. The waiting is the worst part. That’s when my mind runs wild. At least when I’m keeping my body busy it’s easier to ignore the thoughts that pop into my head like jump scares out of a horror movie. My knee won’