The search had gone on all night and well past dawn. Apollo was gone to the wind. Saddened and in low spirits, the collective group gathered in the lounge.
There was nothing more to be said that hadn't been said dozens of times through the night. 'Apollo had to be fine.' 'He was probably picked up by some helpful strangers.' 'He will come back once he has sobered up.'
Most had only thought that far, but Valerica thought herself deep into a spiral. Had a political rival kidnapped her son? Was someone going to torture him for information he didn't have?
She felt sick to her stomach. 'It is all her fault' She thought, staring at the now passed out Serena. She had never hated a member of her family as much as she did right at this moment. She didn't even hate what's his name?... What's her name's first husband...
Her memory was blanking with her rage.
