Stolen Love

CHAPTER ELEVEN:

Isabelle

I sat at the dining room table, all of the seats were occupied by police officers. Mark sat beside me and the chair that Jessica sat in was taken by a police officer who was questioning us.

His eyes were focusing between his note pad and Mark and I, nodding occasionally.

Mark did most of the talking as I felt like I was going to burst into tears every time I opened my mouth. The knot in my throat intensified every time I swallowed the saliva that formed in my mouth.

A dark reality that I may never see my daughter ever again began to settle upon my shoulders and nothing was ever going to be able to calm me down. I feared greatly for her safety and my own sanity.

"She never came back from her last shift at work?" The officer in front of us questioned as Mark began to explain.

"No, she never came back. And we know for a fact that she was at work, because we called when she wasn't home by the time her shift ended that day. They confirmed that she had left right after her shift." Mark explained and the officer nodded.

"Could she have went to a friends house? A boyfriend?" The officer asked, his eyes focused on my husbands.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"No." I interrupted before Mark could speak up. "She isn't like that." My voice cracked slightly.

The officer shifted his attention towards me and wrote down a few things. "Is there any reason that she would run away that you might suspect?"

"She didn't run away. Like I've said, she isn't like that." I snapped, balling up my fists beneath the table.

I felt Mark's hand on my leg and he gave a small squeeze. Whether that was to reassure me or to calm me down, I did not know.

The officer hesitated and sat back on the chair. "Does she have a boyfriend? Did she talk about anyone she recently met or anything?" He pressed on.

Mark and I shook our heads. "She kept her private life private. We're not sure if she had a boyfriend or not." Mark answered, his brows were fixed in concentration.

I did not know if my daughter had a boyfriend or not. She often had Jacob and Danielle over, but nobody else. They had all been best friends since preschool, but the police had already spoken to them and they hadn't seen her in awhile.

My eyes shot up for a moment. "James."

The officer tilted his head to the side, urging me to go on. "Jessica spoke about a boy named James sometimes, I think they are friends."

The officer leaned over to the other officer beside him. He gave a small nod and turned back towards Mark and I. "We've already spoken to her two other friends Jacob and Danielle, I think they mentioned him as well. We will speak to him as soon as we can." He nodded with a small smile. He noted that name down too and clicked his pen closed and placed it beside his note pad.

I let out a breath of air and nodded, intertwining my fingers together on the table.

"This is now an on-going missing persons case and we will be getting the detective involved in finding Jessica. If there is any more information that you guys have-" The man was cut off by the sound of a phone ringing.

"One moment." He held his finger up and grabbed the phone that was passed to him. He placed it against his ear and nodded, his facial expression falling slightly.

I shifted on my seat and moved closer to the table, desperately trying to hear what was being said.

Mark squeezed my hand now and I glanced over at him. He gave me a small reassuring smile and nodded at me. "I love you." He mouthed and I smiled.