Almost two months has passed since I last counted my phone calls to the police. I counted again today. She has gone missing 51 times, since February.
Is this really my daughter? Surely I’ll wake up soon, and it will all have been a nightmare? Except that in nightmares, you don’t feel this much pain. In nightmares, you can’t feel your heart break.
I’m sorry. I’m sounding really melodramatic now. But it’s true. Every time that Elle goes missing, I get this wrenching pain in my heart, as if it is literally being torn apart.