CHAPTER 63
Abigail's café was filled with tense silence, interrupted only by Elizabeth's sobbing... She had already left with her husband some time ago, but that cry and that sob was in the air of the café, and it would be something no one could forget.
William Thatcher felt helplessness cut through his soul as he saw his daughter's pain. Nathan tried to console her, his words of comfort were like an anchor in the midst of the storm of emotions.
- Elizabeth, my love, we will find our children. We can't give up hope, Nathan said, holding his wife's trembling hands.
William, sitting next to Abigail, shared worried looks with her. The injury to his leg still bothered him, but the desire to meet his grandchildren outweighed any physical discomfort.
Meanwhile, Charles and Julia, sensing the urgency of the situation, decided to act. Sharing a determined look, they set off in search of the children, using the car that had accompanied them. The road stretched ahead, witness to a desperate search with no certain destination.
The sun was beginning to give way to night as Charles drove along the winding roads, with Julia by his side. The shadows of the forest seemed to hide secrets and mysteries, while the worry grew with every kilometer traveled.
Nathan hoped that Gab had received his telegram, at the moment he really needed help from a professional like him and a friend, he didn't know why, but he had the creeps, and that only meant trouble. His instincts always warned him of danger when this happened, and his friend would be a second eye and great support.
In the café, Abigail and William shared a silence filled with apprehension. The sounds of the city seemed to be drowned out by the sadness that hung over them.
Night was approaching, a silent witness to their anguish, anxiously awaiting news.