𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧.

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠
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Taylor's pov

" TRAVIS? TRAVIS! ELISE IS GONE! " I yelled, after switching the light on and noticing that Elise was not in fact in her crib, or anywhere else in her bedroom. I could hear Travis rapidly clambering out of bed, the thuds of how he was racing to where I was with a fast pace.

" what do you mean she's gone? " he burst through the door, his eyes meeting the same sight that mine had. " what the fuck " he yelled. There was no sign that anyone had broken in. Elise's window was closed and in tact, the front door was locked and even if it wasn't, we would've been alerted if anyone tried to get in. " Tay, call security, now! " Travis demands and I immediately alert all of my security, who come over in a frantic rush, searching our whole property for our 6 month old infant.

" It Grace, Travis. It has to be, it was all so weird earlier, we need to check her house " I said, through hard and frequent sobs.

" who is Grace? " a police officer asked me – Greg had called them as soon as they had come round.

" she's our cleaner. She went into Elise's room earlier to get her laundry and a few minutes later Elise began screaming so Taylor checked on her and she noticed a prominent bruise on her lower stomach " Travis explained, he was a lot more calm and held together, unlike I was, a complete and utter mess.

" right, okay. Do we know where she lives? " he questioned and I nodded. We had her information in a folder someone when we had hired her.

We went looking for the folder, finding it tucked away in my office, in one of the various filing cabinets. Immediately, the officer told his colleagues, who took the time to go to her house to question her, whilst we stayed home, not that I wanted to. I wanted to be be out, scouring the streets for any trace of Elise, any sign that she may be close by, and that we could bring her home, safe and sound. A mere 30 minutes later, the officers returned, no baby in their grasp, and my chest heaved, my sobbing increasing rapidly.

" what do you mean you can't find her? " Travis asked, his voice authoritative and harsh, a trace of hostility to it.

" I'm sorry Mr.Kelce, the baby wasn't at the property, nor was any trace of an infant present there " he said seriously, not emotion behind him, like he wasn't even sorry at all.

" n-no, no! you don't understand! She's our little girl, you have to find her " I chirp in, desperately.

" Mrs Kelce we're doing everything we ca- "

" no! No you're not. You're stood here telling me my daughter isn't in ONE place that you've looked. Look harder! Please. To you she might just be another numbered case that you've seen in your career but to us, this is our child. And I'm not backing down until she's home in our arms " I interrupt, my sadness and despair quickly dissipating into anger and frustration.

Unfortunately, Elise being adopted and going missing, flagged up serious red flags on our behalf and we would probably be looked at like any other suspect, even if we were adamant that we hadn't done this. I wondered how that whole process would unfold, what this would look like in terms of us as her parents, but my main concern was losing Elise. I had immediately contacted our lawyer, telling him what had happened, and he made us aware that he had no choice but to contact Elise's social worker, which I had suspected might happen. All I wanted was Elise home, back in our arms, fast asleep like she had been. I didn't want this.