Chapter two
Hands shaking, I picked up my coffee as Kelly began explaining the details. Every time she pauses, my heart seems to beat faster every second.
Voices kept going through my head. What if she was lying? What if she was working for the group of bad people that had taken Harry?
No. In my heart, I knew she would never betray me. She was my closest friend after all. And my only friend to rely on.
"...Siobhan? Shiobhan! Are you okay?" Kelly said, bringing me back into the room.
"Huh? Oh, sorry. What was that?" I stammered.
"Crikey! It's like you're mind was out of the room for a second."
"I must've." I paused. "Sorry, go on."
She sighed and told me everything.
"...so basically, what you're saying is that the police are trying to identity who these people really are, and are trying to see what my son looks like now?" I asked, as Kelly finished explaining.
"Well, the police don't know where these people are hiding for sure...but yes. If that's what you mean, then yes."
"But didn't the police look through the CCTV cameras when these people are on the move?" I went on.
"Yes...about that," she hesitated, then got up from her seat and rushed upstairs.
Feeling curious, I followed her.Just as I was about climb the first step of the stairs, I heard a lot of noise - with drawers being lurched out by force then shut again, and a lot of complaints from Kelly inside of one of the rooms.
What the hell was going on?
I knocked on the bedroom door as I found Kelly. No repsonse. Without hesitation, I went inside the room.
"Kelly, what's happening? What are you doing?" I asked sounding uncertain.
No response. Again. Kelly was digging deep into finding whatever she was looking for. Kelly swore under her breath as she continuously rummaged through, well, completely everything!
"Kelly!" I repeated. After another minute of waiting, Kelly stopped and looked up at me - holding something that looked like a photograph in her hand.
"Here." She said at last. "This was what I wanted to show you." She walked over and handed me the photograph.
As I received the photograph, time suddenly seemed to slow down.
And I couldn't believe from what I was seeing.
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Non-FictionFor the past 15 years, a mum named Siobhan has been searching for her son, Harry ever since he was taken at just two weeks old. Fifteen years from now, her husband Art has given Siobhan suspicions as soon as she arrives home one night convincing her...