It's been two weeks since Meg's was kidnapped, and today is as bad, no, worse, than the day she was kidnapped. The search party is down to myself and two other people, and on a lark we went back and searched the places we've already been. We found a finger in a clearing, it was neatly severed, there was no blood around. Small, like a child's. In my mind, I knew it was Meg's. Whoever kidnapped her is toying with us, and how I feel is...indescribable. Every time I think of it, I think of who it used to be attached to, a daughter I'll never see again.

I've been locked away in my room all day. My employers gave me an additional week to cope after this. The finger is in for DNA testing. I already know the results.