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KELLAN'S POV

These agonizing hours dragged on for two days-48 hours without so much as a glimpse of Olivia. Seconds, minutes, hours-like knives cut deeper, twisting into my chest. I had hardly slept or eaten, having frayed nerves at each little sound that could make one jump into action and head out. Without her, the house was cold and empty, an outright haunting reminder of the worst possibilities etching themselves time and again into my mind.

The police were doing all they could, but it wasn't enough. Not knowing was killing me, and deep inside, a part of me just couldn't help but feel, too, that maybe they just weren't trying hard enough, that maybe she was out there somewhere, somewhere, God, desperately waiting for someone, waiting for me to save her.