Where to find peace

Aron POV

Why is my mother's phone off right now? Over the past three days, I have attempted to contact her, but her phone has been inactive for the past few days. Is it possible that he was lying to me? Maybe Sara didn't call him. After all, how did she reach my mom? How could she find her when she didn't even know anything about her?

No, he can't lie to me. I threatened him with a gun, so I doubt he would have the audacity to lie to me. I have so many questions, but right now, I can't seem to find the answers to any of them. I raked my fingers through my hair in frustration.

I desperately want to meet Sara, but I lose every time I reach so close to my goal.

"Observe his every move." I contacted my detective and instructed him to monitor Neil's activities, as I am certain that Sara will reach out to him again.

I feel enraged knowing that she called him to tell him about her whereabouts, but she doesn't call me all these days. Why hadn't she reached out to me? Did she start to hate me for what I did to her, or did she not love me anymore? My heart ached at my thoughts.

It's been one month, but I didn't get any information about Sara. Now, I eagerly searched for my mom to learn more about Sara, but she hasn't reached out to me in the past two months. I was always disappointed because every time my phone buzzed with an unknown number, I instantly received it in the hopes that Sara would call. Where did I find her? Why didn't I talk to my mom earlier? At least I have to keep information about my mom's whereabouts so that I can find Sara easily.

"Aron, how many days will you regret her disappearance from your life? You have other things to do besides searching for her, and your business needs you." Jerry gave me the reports that showed my finances had declined over the previous three months.

I don't want anything in my life after her departure. The silence and serenity in my life also abandoned me. I only want to live a simple and peaceful life with her. Without her, I had problems falling asleep every night. Her departure seems to have robbed me of my life's purpose. I had no clue that a simple misunderstanding could have such a negative impact on a relationship.

"Are you even paying attention to me, Aron?" She shook my shoulder to get my attention.

"Jerry, I doubt I'll be able to handle this. I don't want to live this life anymore. My life seems empty without her." I was drowning in guilt the more I thought about her.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Why are you grieving so deeply? You can still find her because she's alive and safe with your mom. All I'm suggesting is that you need to give your other aspects of life more attention." She made an effort to inspire me.

"Motivation doesn't seem to work for me. I can't stop thinking about her." I let out a deep sigh at my weakness.

"You have to read this book, Aron. I stumbled upon this book while browsing the market for new, worthwhile novels to read. Learn to find harmony in all aspects of your life and overcome guilt and desperation. I'm sure this book will help you with that." I retrieved the book from her hands.

"Where to find peace?"

The book's title drew me in. I don't typically read spiritual novels, but there's something about that book title that makes me want to read it right away.

I took a seat in my study area and studied the book attentively. I'm not sure why, but after reading that novel, Sara's voice kept repeating in my head. I get the impression that Sara is telling me this story. The author gave me an extremely clear explanation of everything, much like Sara did for me.

It took me seven hours to finish reading the book. I have no idea how I managed to sit still for so long. Perhaps this is a result of my discovering this book to be a conduit for my flow state. I'd finally managed to take my mind off of Sara. Jerry was right; I couldn't dedicate my entire life to finding her. I need to set aside a specific day or week to search for her, and during my free time, I must concentrate on my other tasks.

I read the author's name out of curiosity. I'm not sure why, but even though a new author wrote this book, I still feel like Sara wrote it. The portrayal of events in the book resonates deeply with Sara's life, and certain aspects even evoked memories of my traumatic past. It was already midnight, and Jerry was sleeping soundly in her room, but I could not hold my curiosity until morning, so I ended up waking her up.

"Aron, I can't have sex with you. Even when she's not around, I don't want to betray Sara." She shook her head and rubbed her eyes.

"Jerry, my intention was not to sexually assault you; rather, I was interested in acquiring additional information regarding this author." I showed her the book, which she told me to read.

"Oh god, Aron, what is your obsession with authors? Don't tell me that you've developed a deep affection for this new writer." She expressed her annoyance at me for interfering with her sleep.

"I have a single obsession, which you are already aware of. I strongly suspect that Sara is the author of this book."

"What? Are you certain?" Her eyes grew wide as she read the author's name once more.

"Don't worry; I will get information about her soon, but please let me sleep now." She rubbed her eyes once again and yawned.

"All right, good morning—I meant to say good night." When I saw her irate expression, I grinned and left her room.

It was a long time since I had smiled at anything. This book was a huge aid in changing the way I saw life. Even though it is three in the morning, my eyes refuse to close. I went to Sara's backyard treehouse and observed the wall paintings that I had drawn with her.

With a smile on my face, I recalled the wonderful times we had together, and then I opened Canva to sketch out my ideas.