It'd been a few weeks since I met Tony, and I hadn't heard a word. I didn't know if he was dead or not.
I couldn't properly mourn my child when I had no idea if Tony survived or not. I knew I couldn't let go of my baby until I knew if Tony was dead or not.
"Did you find out anything?" I asked.
Tara typed something on her laptop, her brows furrowing. "Not yet."
She sighed and turned to me. "I've checked hospitals, vets, mortuaries, newspapers, every article, but none about Tony."
I glanced at the screen. "He could be using a fake name."
"Checked that too. It's not every day a man goes to the hospital with bloody balls," she rubbed her temple.
"Something should have come up," she said.
"Did you find out more about Matthew? Where is he staying?" I asked. "Maybe he has a safe house somewhere."
She turned to me. "You know how difficult it is to find out information about any of us."
"Matthew is legally dead, there's not much to find on a dead person."
