IN SEARCH OF KATHERINE ( Book 3 )completed

~mortality

Chapter eight

Doctor Ogar's POV

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The high rate of mother and child mortality in the country has become so alarming. Everyday, they is a case of women dying during child birth and their infants are either left without a mother or dies as well.

I get even more worried when I see things like this. My daughter is out there and heavily pregnant.

I don't know if she is undergoing proper medical check ups or not. If am not mistaken, her due date should be soon and I still haven't found her yet. Even the private detective I hired to look for her haven't given me even the slightest of hope yet.

He is absolutely useless

The more I wait around; the harder it is for me. It's as if she doesn't want to be found by me or anyone for that matter. Even Nene hasn't made any positive progress so far in her search as well and despite my pleading, she has refused to come back home.

I can't even begin to fathom how I feel. What if our inability to find her is only because something bad has happened to her. Will I be able to forgive myself if that was the case?

Hell

Her Waec result is already out and my Kitty did so well. Her scholarship back to London is already guaranteed.

Even that kid got his as well.

His parents are looking for him as well. They were at my house some months ago in search of him and I had no choice but to send them straight to hell where they belong.

If only I have given them a chance. They wouldn't have ran away from home and I won't be here worrying about her whereabout.

I underestimated their love for each other and that was my biggest mistake. I was blinded by my own rage to not see that he was responsible enough to own up to his mistake and even stuck by her.

I was really a fool not to see it.

Nene was right! I was the one that chase her away with my egoistic and unforgiving nature.

How could I have been so cruel as to speak such vile word to my own daughter.

An abortion?

I can't even face myself in the mirror anymore. The hospital has become my hiding place. Far from the emptiness of where I once called a home. She left but her voice and foot steps have been left behind. And her room that use to be filled with her things littered around are lying waste in the wardrobe just the same way she has left them.

I can't even go to sleep thinking of her safety. It's as if the world has shifted for me and am left to drown in my own stupidity.

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