It’s the summer holidays now, but I can’t ever remember having a more miserable time. Eleanor went missing on the 4th July and she hasn’t come back yet. The police have realised the seriousness, this time, and have organised a search. There have been no sightings at all. My son practically lives at his girlfriend’s now, and Isabella had moved out.
Thank the Lord for the Smiths - Kate’s family! They’re over here ever other day, helping me, comforting me. But they’re going to Holland next week, for a holiday. I can tell that Kate would rather stay behind, in case there is news of Elle. Her parents insist that she needs a holiday. I think they’re right. She needs to start living her own life again, in her own words.