She hadn't stopped hoping, not even once.
As Nicky sat down in the middle of the room, on the soft carpet, she closed her eyes.
She had to find the man who took Rosie.
She had to make him pay.
And she would.
Rosie had been gone for a long time. Her case had been declared cold years ago. But she was looking down on Nicky from wherever she was. She was looking down on Nicky as she finally made up her mind.
Nicky wasn't going to let it go. She wasn’t going to keep staring at all these photos and articles. And she wasn’t going to keep calling the police station in Nelly, just to scratch a phantom itch.
No. She was going to look for Rosie. And she was going to find her.