Mrs Amy sat on the sofa with teary eyes as she gazed down at her son who laid on the sofa with his head resting on her laps. She gently caressed his hair while she kept humming softly to him, looking all devastated and depressed. Her mind racing in space. It's been almost an hour without any news of her daughter's whereabout. A tear dropped down her eyes, she sniffed and swiftly wiped it off with her hand. After realizing Kelvin was fast asleep, she took a quick glance at her phone next to her if she had missed any call but still had none. She gently adjusted Kelvin's head on one of the pillows on the sofa and stood up as quite as she could, not waking him up. She sighed, glanced at Laura's picture on the table and trod off to the kitchen to get some water. Just then, her phone rang. She hurriedly rushed and picked it up; it was Mya.
"Mya? what's going on?Have you found her?", she stuttered but trembled at the sobering tone over the phone. "What is it, Mya? Talk please"