Audrey was flying solo in the private jet. She didn't bother to ask Hunter where it came from, that was a woman with means, connected worldwide it could have also been hers as well. As instructed she was reading her mum's diary, smiling at the jokes and whimpering at the sadness she went through, the little she could document. What kept her glued to those pages however was a clue on Rose. Anything that mentioned Rose would have really made her work easier. She was a single page away from giving up when she found it.
***Abby's Diary***
I remember the day I met Rose or rather she met me. Vibrant, happy and joyous like her name. She was a single mom living with her son Lucas. Lovely boy. My car had broken down in the woods, my phone battery was depleted and David was outside the country for
