Coward

Josie's POV

“The decor is so nice.” Charlotte Woods, my best friend of eight years, appraised as she sipped her cappuccino. I didn’t glance around to check if her assertion was correct or say anything in disagreement.

“Why are you so quiet? It’s freaking me out. You are never quiet.”

“In a few hours, I face the man who took my father and I can’t even get him punished for what he has done.” My hands trembled a little as I dropped my tea cup on the saucer a little too hard. I preferred coffee any time of the day but I was a little too keyed up for coffee at the moment.

She raised a perfectly painted checkered color finger at me. “One, you have nothing to prove that he took your dad. Two, whatever punishment he will be given should be after we have your father home safe and sound.” She raised her shoulder in a delicate shrug. “For all you know, this could be one big misunderstanding.