Later that evening, in the kitchen……
Connor, Bren, Trey, grabbing their bedtime snacks, sat down
at the table.
Liam, drifting in his own deep thoughts. “There really is not
much to go on is there.”
Trey steers his attention to him. “Well what do want big
brother. Would it help to conjure up more?”
Liam lamented. “No. we don’t need to more complexities
that’s already been. My focus of logic is on my wife. Lowers
his head in regret. “I was not here to protect her in our bed.”
Trey, taking his from his trench coat. Tapping on it. “That
reminds me. I need to let Lauren know everything is ok, not to
worry.”
Bren, finishing her last bite of food, placed her hand upon his
shoulder, pecking a kiss upon his head. “You mustn’t blame
yourself. We will find her.”
Liam, lovingly places his hand upon her hand.
Connor, placing his hand upon Liam’s shoulder in comfort.
“Son, I know it will be hard tonight. But gets some sleep.
You’re going to need plenty to solve this case.” He pats once,
then leaves the room with Bren to their own room.
Trey to Liam, “I shall be back tomorrow big brother. Do get
some rest.” Taking his hand, giving a brotherly stern bonded
clutched hand, then left.
Later that night….
Liam, weary from the days investigation, goes to his bed, sits
alone. The covers still unmade. Sheets crinkled. The lining of
her body still visable. He reached his hand to the lining. The
sheet as soft as her body. Laying down upon the bed, he
smelled the scent of her, then clutching his cushy pillow with
his hands as he closed his eyes, drifting asleep.