Everything just felt so surreal. I couldn't even close my eyes without seeing his face and it was tearing me apart.
It had been hours after he was said to be missing and even though I hoped he would be found somewhere somehow I was slowly losing hope and it was quite here that he had been kidnapped.
I tried to run my mind on a different situations I tried to find clues about who could have taken him and why but I still couldn't understand how somebody came inside and just took my son yet nobody noticed.
I can't believe I was so careless enough not to look after him or wonder but I just thought Kara had him and I trusted her to take care of him.
She definitely felt guilty because she couldn't stop crying but I couldn't bring myself to comfort her or tell her that everything was not her
