CAGED - A prisoner to their obsession

CHAPTER 35

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"In the shadows where fear and silence reign, the heart beats wild, a captive in pain."
-anonymous

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The man stood in front of the grave, his figure silhouetted against the gray, overcast sky. His breath misted in the chilly air as he bent down, brushing aside the brittle leaves that had settled on the gravestone. A sad smile, tinged with regret, softened his stern features as he laid a bouquet of red roses upon the grave. The flowers, vibrant in their deep crimson hue, stood in stark contrast to the cold, lifeless stone beneath them.

"I'm sorry for not visiting sooner," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. He lingered, as if waiting for an answer from the silent stone. But the only response was the whisper of the wind through the trees, rustling the leaves at his feet.

He sighed heavily, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I've been searching for August. I swear to you, I'll find her, and when I do, I won't let anyone hurt her again. I'm ashamed of myself... ashamed that I didn't act sooner. I should have protected her better."

His voice cracked as he spoke, the weight of his guilt pressing down on him. The memories of her—of their time together, of the promises he'd made and failed to keep—haunted him.

I miss you... so much," he whispered, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "And August... she misses you too. She's been so lost without you. But I'll bring her back. I'll make things right."

He straightened up, the cold air biting at his face as he turned to leave. "I'll visit you again soon," he promised, though the words felt hollow. He knew nothing could ever truly make up for his absence, but it was all he could offer

As he walked away, the sound of his footsteps crunching on the gravel seemed to echo in the stillness of the graveyard. The man reached his car and was about to open the door when his phone rang, shattering the fragile peace that had settled around him. He quickly pulled the phone from his pocket, his heart pounding in his chest as he saw the detective's name flash on the screen.

"Speak?" His voice was tense, the anxiety he'd been trying to suppress suddenly flaring up.

The detective's voice crackled through the line, urgent and laced with tension. "We found her, sir. We've got a lead on August's whereabouts."

Relief washed over him like a wave, his shoulders sagging as he leaned against the car for support. "Thank God," he breathed, closing his eyes for a moment. But the relief was short-lived, turning swiftly into shock as the detective continued.

"We obtained some CCTV footage from a few nights ago. It shows August with a child, boarding a flight to Germany."

The man's grip tightened on the phone, his knuckles turning white. "Germany?" he repeated, his mind racing. Why would she go there? What could possibly be in Germany that she needed to escape to?

His thoughts were a chaotic jumble, each one more troubling than the last. "Send a team to Germany immediately," he ordered, his voice sharp with urgency. "I want them found and brought back to me, no matter what it takes."

He ended the call abruptly, staring down at the phone in his hand. "Why would you go to Germany, August?" he whispered to himself, the question hanging heavy in the air. Worry creased his brow as he thought of her, alone in a foreign country, possibly frightened out of her mind. All he wanted was for her to be safe... to bring her back into his arms, where she belonged.