CHAPTER 32
LIAM
1 a.m. and I arrive in Cardiff in record time; f-uck the speeding tickets if I get one. If Cerys thinks something has happened to Ella, I need to be with her. I don’t care that she’s told me to stay away and stop worrying; it’s my f-ucking job to be there and help.
Cerys’s friend answers the door, the woman with long brown hair whose kid Ella plays with sometimes, but my mind blanks when I attempt to remember her name.
“Is Ella back?” I ask the woman, although her drawn face answers for me. “How’s Cerys?”
“Freaking out, as you’d expect.”
She steps back to let me into the house and I rush inside. Cerys is on the phone, hands gripping her hair as she waits for a response from whoever she’s speaking to. Her face crumples to tears when she sees me. I go over and pull Cerys into my arms and hugging her so fiercely, she gasps.
“I said don’t come until tomorrow, Liam,” she says as she pulls away, face streaked where her tears have rubbed into my jacket.
“I’m not leaving you alone to cope with this!”
“He’ll probably be here soon, he’s just doing this to punish me,” she says weakly.
“1 a.m.? So where is he?”
“I don’t know, Liam!” she shouts then drops to the sofa, shaking.
When I attempt to pull her toward me, her stiffened shoulders prevent me comforting her. I feel f-ucking useless.
Cerys’s friend hovers in the kitchen doorway and I go to her instead. “Have you called hospitals?” I say quietly.
“Yes. Nothing.”
“Police?”
“Liam, she’s with her dad; we can’t call abduction. Yet.” The woman worries on her lip, pale face matching Cerys’s. Do women have a sixth sense about this?
Abduction. The intense feeling that grips my soul, when I think about someone harming either Cerys or Ella, crawls into my veins. Is the man capable of doing something like that?
“You think he’s taken her somewhere?” I ask quietly, glancing at Cerys who sits and stares ahead, not speaking.
“It’s a possibility, isn’t it?”
“What does Cerys think?”
“I don’t think Cerys has reached that as an idea yet, but she will.” The woman rubs her face and sighs.
“It’s late, you should go home. I’ll stay with her,” I say.
“I don’t know.” She eyes me dubiously.
What does she know about me and Cerys? “Cerys, you’re okay if I stay, aren’t you?” I ask.
Cerys looks over as if we’re part of a hallucination. “What? Yes. Whatever. Thanks Phoebe.”
Phoebe leaves and my panic over what to do remains. I should get Cerys a drink. What should I get her? Shit. What do I do? Hug her? Because that’s all I feel capable of.
Instead, I make Cerys a coffee but the mug remains on the table untouched. She sits on the sofa gripping her phone, her breath coming in short bursts. Every time I attempt to speak to her, she closes me down.
“It’s late, you should get some sleep,” I say gently, touching her shoulder.
“I can’t sleep! I need to wait until I hear something!” she shouts and I move away again.
“Okay, I’ll sit up with you. We can’t do anything now, but in the morning, I’ll do everything I can to help you find Ella.”
At the mention of her name, Cerys rests her head in her hands and cries. The uselessness of seeing her pain and unable to fix it panics me. Carefully, I peel her hands from her head and pull her close. Cerys buries her face into my chest and I hold her shaking body as she sobs. With my sense of uselessness is an engulfing anger; somebody has hurt the woman I love, and possibly Ella. When I get my hands on that bastard, he’ll be f-ucking sorry.
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I wake on the sofa, with a sore neck and the sound of Cerys rummaging through drawers in a nearby dresser. She looks like crap; the dark eyes and tired face age her. I squint at the clock. 7 a.m.
No Ella.
“I can’t find it!” she says, dropping papers to the floor as she continues her search.
“What are you looking for?”
“Ella’s passport.” Her voice cracks.
f-uck. “Is this where you keep it? Let me look.” I place a hand on Cerys’s in an attempt to soothe. She jumps at my touch and steps back.
I carefully sort through all the papers on the floor and in the drawer but the only passport is Cerys’s. “You keep them together?”
She nods, chewing on her nails. “He’s taken her, hasn’t he?” she asks hoarsely.
“Maybe.”
“He took her passport! Of course he f-ucking did!”
Her rationality hasn’t improved since last night, but how could it? “How would he know where to look?”
“I don’t know! Maybe Ella gave him it!”
I guess I need to accept today is going to be one where I’ll constantly say the wrong thing. “Right. Where would he go? We’ll go there. Today.”
“I don’t know... he has family in Italy. Would he go there?” she’s talking to herself. “f-uck, Marcella must know! She lied to me!”
Spinning around she snatches the phone from the table and proceeds to scream down the phone at someone. I retreat into the kitchen to make some phone calls of my own. When I return, Cerys is staring out of the window, breathing rapidly.
“She’s lying. She has to be. He would tell her.” Cerys tucks her shaking hands under her arms. “Do I tell the police? What do I do, Liam?”
My brain cycles options. “Tell me his name and date of birth; tell me everything you know about his family. Do you have a rough idea where his family in Italy is? We’ll track him down.”
“How? What if he’s not in Italy?”
I hold her shoulders. “Look at me, Cerys. If I have to spend every minute of my time looking for Ella, I will. I am not stopping until she’s home. I’ll spend every penny I have on finding her and I’m starting now.” A pen lies in the open drawer and I pull out a notepad, handing both items to her. “Cerys, I know you’re freaked out and upset, but do this. Write down what you can think of. I promise you we’ll be in Italy as soon as we can.”
I leave her alone and walk outside into the new day, not wanting Cerys to see how I feel. The bubbling panic inside threatens to consume me too, my love for Ella as strong as the one I have for her mother. This has hit me as hard as if she were my own child. I slam a fist against the wall, unable to feel the pain through my own numb shock, and imagine Craig’s face in its place. Get a grip. I need to be strong for Cerys because she’s in there, disintegrating.
Phone calls made to lawyers and details given to Tina, who promises to have someone onto this quickly; I convince Cerys to eat something. The frightened look she held when I woke is replaced by an angry determination, but she refuses to eat.
“Thank you, Liam,” she says eventually, turning her dull eyes to me.
“Why thank me? I told you I’d always protect you and Ella; and I failed, so I have to fix this.”
“We couldn’t have known he’d do this.”
She touches my face with her soft fingers as she leans in to kiss my cheek. Her hair sweeps my face and I fight tears of my own.
I can’t remember the last time I came close to tears.