The WeekendPart 3
I stared at the logs in the fireplace, my vision blurry with the tears I was trying to hold back. I finished my beer and put the glass down. Carol took my hand in hers. I said to her with a catch to my voice. “She should have been home at seven, and now it’s almost eleven. She sent me a message saying she was delayed at the office and it wasn’t true. She lied to me. Now she’s ignoring all my calls and messages. Gillian’s supposed to be here as well, and she’s not turned up either.” “I’m...