September 15th, Tuesday
16:21 P.M.
The day preceded with a lugubrious feel mainly due to the circumstance. This mainly related to Sarah's frustration, it seemed as though hope was beyond reach with the level of pressure she was under. The immense stress she felt could not possibly be suppressed.
Ranging from being unwilling to tell Vera, Alycia or Rachael what was going on. The responsibilities were heavily weighing her down. With no possible leads to her investigation the instance was becoming increasingly dangerous.
Presently seated in an awkward exchange, Bryce was seated in her living room. Tense was not the accurate description of her demeanour. She continuously tapped her foot against her living room rug, lost in her recurrent thoughts. Sitting directly across from Bryce, it seemed like he could evidently read through her. Growing concerned at the look of worry in her face he felt excessively compelled to ask, "Sarah, is there something you're not telling me ?"