Chapter 4

Two days have passed since Jasmine went missing, and I am definitely expecting the worst. I have been stationed by the phone all day, waiting for either a call saying that she is fine or a call that she's…not. Ginny is out searching with a large party that has been established and Ben has totally shut down. It has annoyed me, really, that Ben, Jasmine's dad, has just given up in a time like this. I feel like I'm going mad having nobody to talk to all day except for the odd police officer. Ginny is always home late and just simply shakes her head and goes to bed. So I often find myself reminiscing about every moment that I have ever spent with Jasmine, and then the reminiscence turning into guilt when I think about that time I didn't let her have that chocolate bar, or sent her away when she was offering to play. I keep on telling myself that when she gets back, the first thing we will do is go to her favourite dessert place and I will let her order the whole menu if she wants, and I will never, ever let her out of my sight again. I worry for Ginny, too. If anything terrible, God forbid, has happened she will blame herself. I'm not sure how much more blaming I can take.