August's POV

"Sweetheart, you need to eat something."

I had no idea what else to do to help my wife.

She barely ate anymore. Even with sleeping pills, her sleep was restless, and she spent her days wandering from room to room, weighed down by anxiety.

Police station. Waiting. Then police station again. Overnight, that had become both my life and Isabelle's.

Our days blurred together as we ran from one place to another, chasing any lead about Karen and her son.

A week passed, yet ther