Gut Feeling – Part 3
Nick shook his head as his wife came through their bedroom door looking tired and wearing the same look of disappointment that she had worn for the past few days.
Tess had spent the last three days driving around the Gungellan and Fisher areas in the hope that she would again see Claire.
All three days had been uneventful.
She had thought about stopping, showing pictures of Claire to locals and asking if they had seen her, but she hadn't done that. Everyone already thought she was crazy.
Nick closed the book he was reading, "You need to stop this," he told his wife as she sat down on the end of their bed "Look at you."
"I can't. You know I can't," She was beginning to sound like a broken record, much like her husband was.
Nick shook his head and again opened his book. Tess wasn't going to listen to him. She was hell bent on finding Claire.
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Tess had gone out again the next day. She'd left in a rush without so much as a goodbye.
Nick sighed as he sat at the computer rubbing his temples. His thoughts had shifted from business to his wife for the second time in the last half hour. He had done little of the tasks that he had set out to do.
"Need to talk about it?"
Nick looked up, dazed. It took a moment to register.
"Meg," He stood up to greet the older woman, taking her in his arms, relief washing over him at the sight of her.
"I heard whispers," She explained, holding on to Nick, knowing that he was feeling vulnerable. "I thought I'd better come back."
She wasn't used to seeing Nick so torn up.
He pulled away from her, "I just don't know what to do anymore…"