Abigail
It had been one week since Owen Smith disappeared.
You would think he was a ghost with the way there was nothing on him. No credit card activity, no phone signal, no sightings. It was as if the earth had swallowed him whole the moment he ran from his house.
Finnegan's men, his private investigator Matt, and even the police were searching every corner of the city, but it just seemed like a dead end. I was losing my parents' case at this rate, and we hadn't even had a chance to appear in court.
It had also been one week since Victoria announced her reconciliation tour. I understood now why Finnegan had been so furious. The press had eaten it up. There were headlines everywhere praising her as the devoted wife fighting for her family.
And now it was even worse watching her cling to him over the glass of my champagne, trying not to storm closer and grab her by the hair.
