Clayton heard Tom’s knock on the front door and his shoulders slumped in relief. He stood and met his brother halfway down the entry hall. Another brother, Brandon, was right behind Tom. Emotion tightened Clayton’s chest at the sight of them. “Clay, thank Christ you called me,” Tom said, his expression grim. He closed the distance between them and hugged Clayton hard. “I can’t believe you’ve been trying to deal with this on your own,” Brandon added. “Tom said Olivia’s been missing since nine this morning.” Clayton swallowed the fear in his throat and nodded. “Yeah.” “Where’s Ellie?” Tom asked, looking around the living room. “She must be out of her mind,” Brandon added quietly. Clayton felt the weight of his guilt like a tonne of steel pylons. He closed his eyes against it. When he opened them again, his brothers stared at him with identical expressions of concern. “Yeah,” he said, not able to manage anything more. “Is she okay?” Tom asked. Anger suddenly gripped Clayton.
