"She's going to end up killing herself if she stays like this much longer. She hasn't eaten since it's happened and I can't bare to see her like that, Ace!" Oscar entered his and Rachel's room. He found her on the bed as usual, clutching their son in her arms. She looked like a mess; tears fell freely down her face, she was in the same clothes as the day it happened, her hair was a knotted mess, she had dark circles under her eyes, and she was shaking uncontrollably.
"Babe?" Oscar called. Her back was to him and she didn't budge. "Come on, you can't sit around and cry all day." He started approaching the bed. He got onto it from behind and wrapped his arms around Rachel's shaking frame. She let out heartbreaking sobs as his arms encased her. "It's going to be okay," Oscar comforted her. "We will find her."