Chapitre 279: 279- Faded

"It's been three fuc*king days and still no sign of my husband!" Marissa shouted angrily. Her hands were balled into tight fists by her sides, "he was a whole human being not a mere insect or a fly that you couldn't locate him."

"Mrs. Sinclair," the police chief offered her a pack of Kleenex and that was when she realized that she was crying, sitting in the damn police station.

She pulled some angrily into her fists and started wiping her face roughly.

"Mrs. Sinclair. We understand, how you must be feeling…"

"No, you don't!" she shot at them, "No, you don't understand what I'm feeling because you aren't the one to face your kids. How can you explain this to five-year-old kids that their father … he is … missing…"

The officer kept his gaze lower. He could understand the pain and he was trying his best. 

"Mrs. Sinclair. I promise you. We will have something positive this evening. I promise you."