~Paula’s POV~

I can’t breath.

She’s gone.

This isn’t happening.

When I got the call from Christine she was hysterical and I couldn’t understand a word but her sobs and gasps made me rush home and I sort of wish I didn’t. Getting home to see five police cars sitting out side all with their red and blue lights casting the nearly made shadows of the setting sun aglow, licking my lips I shut my car off. Gliding out of the seat, walking across the familiar grass which was mowed every two weeks by the neighbor boy down the street and than into the house where Chris was sitting on the couch, dry tears upon her cheeks, she was talking to a tall man with dark red hair wearing a police uniform.

“What’s going on?” my stomach twisted in knots as they explained that Raife took our little girl from our back yard. If it wasn’t for Ashley we wouldn’t know that much. Christine had asked her where Spencer was and the little girl said that daddy said she couldn’t say.  Freaking out Chris ran out front only to hear a vehicle turn the corner but she didn’t see anything.

Now I’m pacing in front of the couch where Christine is still silently crying. I haven’t shed a tear, I know I should but I can’t force it out. My body doesn’t want to respond, I can’t explain how I’m feeling.

“Paula please sit down,” she begged grabbing on to my hand making it go from cold to hot, licking my lips and taking a shaky breath I nodded and sat next to her, “Baby you don’t look good, here lie down,” she brought my body down on the couch so my head was lying on her legs.

Her warm hands started running through my long blonde hair soothing me until I couldn’t keep my eyes open any more.

~Christine’s POV~

Paula came in paling instantly when she heard the news and I can’t blame her. The minute I found out I almost lost it but knew I had to keep it together long enough to talk to the police and get things going.