HAZEL PRESENT TIME I was given clear instructions to head back home and wait for updates from the detectives who are tirelessly searching for my missing daughter, Daisy. This period of waiting is slowly eroding my sanity, as I grapple with the overwhelming uncertainty surrounding my daughterâs wellâbeing. How can I simply remain seated, when I have absolutely no idea about what is happening to my child?
David, who had recently received medical attention for his injured hand, has been a constant presence at my side during this trying time. In addition to the authoritiesâ efforts, he has taken it upon himself to make contact with individuals whom he believes might be able to assist us in the quest to find Daisy.
He has provided me with some hope by assuring me that if those who have taken Daisy ever entertain the idea of trafficking her, his network of friends will be vigilant and quick to notify him of any developments.
On any typical day, I would have delved into questions about how David had forged connections with individuals familiar with the grim world of trafficking. However, in this critical moment, my singular focus was on locating my daughter, regardless of the source of help.
âHere, David murmured softly, extending a comforting hand to offer me a cup of coffee. I stared vacantly at the liquid in the mug, my mind still entangled in a web of worries. âHazel?â he encouraged, his voice gentle as he guided the warm mug into my trembling hand.
Fixating on the dark swirls in the coffee, I took a tentative sniff. âIs Ravel here?â I inquired, my voice trembling with urgency. Surely, he should have arrived by now.
Davidâs head shook somberly. âHe hasnât made it here yet, and there hasnât been any communication from him.â
Just as his name seemed to conjure his presence, the door burst open, and Ravel rushed in, his eyes scanning the room with frantic desperation before locking onto me. Without hesitation, I rushed into his waiting arms, letting my tears flow freely. âThey took her,â I whispered, my words heavy with grief. âOur daughter, theyâve taken her.
David discreetly cleared his throat, momentarily interrupting our emotional reunion. âIâll inform the detective that youâve arrived,â he declared before quietly stepping away.
Ravel led me to the sofa, his concerned eyes never leaving me. âAre you okay?â he asked, his gaze sweeping over my form, searching for any signs of harm. âYou havenât been hurt in any way, have you?â
Suppressing my emotions with a tight grip on my lips, I nodded in response. âDavid was the only one who ended up getting shot. They were furious with him for attempting to drive away.â
David returned to the living room and took a seat on the sofa opposite us. âThe detective in charge of the case assured me heâd be here shortly, he informed us. I absently acknowledged his words, my mind preoccupied with worry.
Out of the blue, David posed a question that caught us off guard. âWho did you anger?â he asked, his inquiry aimed directly at Ravel.
Ravel and I exchanged puzzled glances, his eyebrows slowly arching in confusion. âIs that question directed at me?â he responded, his voice tinged with bewilderment.
âYes, David replied flatly. âAre you going to explain, or should I?â
Ravel turned his attention to me, his brows furrowing in a frown. âWhat is it that you need to tell me?â
he inquired, a sense of unease creeping into his voice. âIs this somehow connected to me?â
I nodded slowly, my gaze fixed on Ravel. I recall his words distinctly, Ravel. He mentioned that youâre an exceptionally stubborn man, and this situation wouldnât have arisen if you had followed a simple instruction.â
Understanding dawned in his widened eyes as the implication of those words sank in. I regarded him with suspicion. âDo you have any insight into what he meant by that?â
David interjected with certainty, âHe clearly knows something: The way his body reacted says it all.â
Ravel cleared his throat, directing a glare at David. âI honestly have no idea what he meant by that,â he stated firmly. âI havenât made any risky business decisions recently, nor have I intentionally provoked anyone.â
I interlocked my fingers, growing more insistent. âBut he mentioned your name,â I emphasized. It was crucial that we unravel this mystery to find Daisy. âHe said, âYour husband Southwark is a very stubborn man.â I married only one Southwark, and thatâs you. Thereâs no doubt he was referring to you.â
Davidâs voice dripped with suspicion as he probed further. âCould it be that youâre concealing something from the public, or perhaps from Hazel?â His accusatory tone hung heavily in the air. âIs that why youâre denying any knowledge of what that man was talking about?â
Ravelâs patience wore thin, and he snapped back angrily, âI genuinely do not know what he was referring to! Stop provoking me with baseless accusations.â
âThis is about your daughter!â David retorted sharply. âWhat secret could possibly be more important than ensuring your daughterâs safety?â He abruptly rose from his seat, his frustration boiling over. âDid you have an affair with another manâs wife and incite his anger? Did you forcibly acquire someone elseâs company and refuse to return it? What the hell did you do?â His voice quivered with intensity.
âNothing!â Ravel roared in response, rising to his feet, a readiness to confront David in his eyes. âAnd you think Iâd ever prioritize some insignificant business over our daughterâs safety?â
I couldnât bear their heated argument any longer and cried out, âEnough!â My voice rang out loudly, putting a halt to their escalating confrontation. âCan you both please stop? Iâve just lost my security man and my daughter, and you both think this is the right moment to argue?â
Exhaling heavily, Ravel returned to my side, embracing me in a comforting hug. âIâm sorry,â he whispered into my ear, his left hand tenderly soothing my hair. âIâm sorry for arguing with that fool, for neglecting your feelings, and for ignoring the larger issue at hand.â
As tears streamed down my face, I pulled away from Ravel and wiped my cheeks, then turned to David. âYou mentioned not wanting me to be alone, and Ravel is here now. I think itâs best if you go home and get some rest.â
David scoffed, clearly frustrated. âAre you telling me to leave when all of this could be his fault?â
I met his gaze firmly. âAnd who are you to pass that judgment?â I questioned. âAre you the lead detective on this case? The kidnapper may be attempting to divert us with that statement. Just because he said it doesnât make it true.â
David scoffed as he reached for his jacket. âMake sure you share that information with the detective this time, without omitting it. Iâm certain theyâll share my concerns.â
Ravel contemplated Davidâs words for a moment before letting out a sigh. âI understand you want to help find Daisy, but I believe my family can handle things from here.â
âYour family?â David scoffed once more. âThis is truly frustrating.â He shifted his attention to me. âIâll give you a call if I receive any updates from my contacts.â With that, he left my house, the tension lingering in the air.
Ravel turned to me, his concern evident. âHave you eaten anything?â he inquired, and I shook my head in response. âWhy donât you sit down while I prepare something for you?â
Again, I declined his offer. âIâm not hungry, Ravel.â
âThat doesnât mean your body doesnât need nourishment,â he argued, but before we could further discuss it, we received news that the detectives had arrived. Ravel had to put his plan to feed me on hold so he could hear what they had to say.
I recounted the kidnappersâ statement about Ravel, and one of the detectives blinked in surprise. âWhy didnât you mention this when you gave your initial statement?â
I stared down at my intertwined fingers, struggling to find an explanation. âMy mind was overwhelmed with so many thoughts during the initial statement, and that detail slipped my mind. It only resurfaced recently, and I felt it was important to inform you when you arrived.â
The detective with longer hair turned to Ravel, her expression serious. âDo you have anyone in mind who might have a reason to target you?â
Ravel shook his head with a troubled expression. âIâve been racking my brain ever since she mentioned it, but I canât recall anyone who would want to do this to me.â
I interjected, my voice filled with a hint of realization. âWhat about June?â I asked. âYou mentioned you ended things with her recently. Maybe sheâs harboring some anger about that.â It struck me suddenly that she might be a key figure in this.
The detective raised an eyebrow, clearly interested. âWho is June?â she inquired.
âRavelâs exâgirlfriend,â I explained. âHe broke up with her not too long ago.â
The detective considered this new information. âDo you believe sheâs capable of something like this?â
Ravel shrugged, uncertainty etched on his face. âI honestly canât say for sure what sheâs capable of. I think it would be wise to bring her in for questioning.â
Both detectives nodded as they prepared to leave. âWe promise to do everything we can to find your daughter,â the detective assured us.
âI hope you do,â I replied, a tremor of desperation in my voice. Daisy was my only source of sanity in this chaotic world.