It had been two long days since Drake had disappeared. Hirvan's life, on the surface, remained unchanged. He continued going to work, maintaining the routine of his monotonous life. But beneath His calm appearance, the uneasiness grew in Hirvan. Rosaline's matter was a top priority. However, he found himself paralysed, unsure of what to do.
There was no way to contact Drake, and no leads to follow. The idea of going to Rosaline directly was quite a risky move, even reckless. On the other hand, he was tempted to go to Greg and confront him about his father. Did they truly intend to accept Rosaline? What would they gain by keeping her?
Hirvan sat down heavily on the edge of his bed, deep in thought. He sighed and rested his elbows on his knees.
'This is my fault but why I am so powerless…'
His mind replayed the events of five years ago like a broken tape.
