Four months after Gabriel disappeared…
Megan was dreaming terrible dreams. The tears still flowed freely down her cheeks even while she slept. A click sounded rousing her, but her eyes stayed fixed at the monitor slowly beeping next to her. Her vitals displayed across the screen and a pain medication pump dispensed measured amounts of some narcotic every ten minutes keeping her docile.
"How are you feeling Megan?" The doctor asked, stepping close to her bed.
Megan glanced at him slowly before moving her eyes to the window.
"I'm very sorry for your loss. Have the police found anything?" The doctor asked.
Megan didn't respond. The police would never find anything. Her loss would be hers alone to bear.
"I'll check on you again tomorrow. Try to stay strong." The doctor patted her leg gently and left the room.