#Chapter 57: Delicate Danika’s Disappearance

Alan was out the door before I was. Even in his wheelchair, he was fast. The guards swiftly replaced the chair with crutches so that he could move on uneven terrain, and I followed him out the door. “Stay with the guards,” I commanded Theo. He nodded, his little face looking petrified, and I felt a stab of guilt that he had to experience all of this so frequently. We ventured out with a group of armed guards. All of the estate was now informed of the weird happenings after Alan’s supposed death. We did not tell them a healer brought him back, instead we claimed that he never died in the first place, and that he was broken, but his heart never stopped beating. Our entourage searched through the estate, one group looking through the building, and another surveying outside. Alan and I were the group outside, because that was the setting of a worst case scenario. What if she was shot by an arrow? What if whoever wrote that note was angry with me for ripp