The policewoman’s words whirled round his brain but they didn’t make any sense. Jade couldn’t be back. It was impossible. It had been too long. He removed his spectacles and scrubbed his eyes with a dirty handkerchief. Jade had been the love of his life and he would give anything to have her back. A faint hope fluttered in his chest, perhaps by some miracle Jade had returned. Fresh tears gathered in his eyes and he rested his head on the computer desk, remembering the good times they’d had together and how she could wind him round her little finger. ‘Who do you love most of all?’ He always asked the question because he wanted to hear her reply. ‘You, Daddy. I love you most of all.’ The edge of the desk bit into his cheek and he sat back in the chair remembering that last morning, when Jade had left the house giggling and happy. They’d argued the night before, a silly argument about a boy, and he wanted to resolve things with her, so he followed her out. Emma had gone on ahead and Jade was alone.
