Bethan's Plan

Bethan

I tried to call Dave again but I knew that he wouldn't answer. I'm going to have to set an ambush. At least, I know where he lives, so I can access him, follow him. I let my anger against him and my concern for Katie fuel this craziness. It just feels like another chapter in an already torturous, twisted story.

Katie sends me a text every day, just checking in. It's nice to feel a connectedness to someone again. This is what it would feel like if Laney...was still...here. I don't go too far down this way of thinking. I've built so many walls to reconstruct myself, I don't know if I dare let them be breached fully by sentiment.

Right. Now, I need a plan and I need to figure out how to handle a meeting with Dave, if he's not too slippery to avoid one.

Katie

I feel weird. All this stuff with Bethan, Dad, this camera, the photos. I'm glad I've got Bethan. Being able to share what I know with someone and knowing that they've got your back, it makes me feel good.

I've not said anything. To Dad. I'm trying to act natural. I don't know if I'm doing it. Sometimes, I see him looking at me slyly and it makes me anxious. I want to confront him with what I think I know but I'm frightened. Because he's not who he says he is. He's a cheat who can lie to the people he loves the most and can do this day-in, day-out for years. That's fucked up. He's lied to me, to Mum, to Bethan, to Laney...But what if he's capable of more than just lying? The camera, Laney's camera...

I keep going over in my head - how did he have this camera? And that makes me concerned that he may know more about Laney's disappearance than he's letting on.

I think about Mum in all this. Did she know that Dad was already married and she's been lying to me too? I don't think so but...

Home used to be a place where I felt safe.

Now, it's a place where I'm always on edge.

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