Michael
It's been four days since Orlando came to my home and collected his daughter.
Four days of torturing my mind with images of Whitney hitting the punching bag with force as she blurted out some of her deepest secrets.
Four days of not showering so that I could keep the smell of her when I held in her in my arms.
My work on the Geraldo case, the one of the missing nine year old girl, has been insufficient to say the least. Penny, Lamino, hell even the girl who has gotten my order down to a science at the local coffee chop has noticed by divergent attitude.
I'm out of focus, wondering half the time if I should just man up and go and see her, or listen to Orlando and stay away from his daughter. Her broken and shattered spirit weigh heavy on my mind as I recall the look of distrust
