Chapter 5

A familiar, sinking feeling of dread began to rise in my chest.

I called her. The call was declined. I tried again. This time, her phone was off.

I sent a text: [Millie, what are you doing? Who are you going with?]

What a joke. Her phone was off. How would she even see it?

After a quick wash, I started to make a decision.

I secretly collected a strand of my daughter's hair, took it to the office.

Working on the weekend meant the load was light. Besides, I'm considered a junior manager now. The younger staff knew to…