Chapter Thirteen

Catherine POV:

I could barely sleep. It was already evening and Michael was yet to return. I'd spent most of my day running around and asking for his whereabouts.

I was so disoriented. So disorganized even. I didn't know if he'd gone to get the kids or if he had gone somewhere else. His men kept pacing around in frenzied movements and I could tell from the looks of things that something had gone wrong.

"Hello," I stopped one of the men who had a phone to his ear. He pulled it off and gave me a look of displeasure. Yes, I had distracted him from his call but I didn't care at this point. All I wanted was to know how my kids were doing.

"Where is he? He's not been home all morning."

The man sighed and looked at his phone before asking the other person on the other end to cut the call. "I don't know where he is."

"So what's going on? Why is everyone looking panicked?"

"I don't think it's something I can tell you, ma'am. You can wait until he returns. Maybe as