Declan felt a tang of bile in the back of his throat at the thought of Yasmin in danger. He called Francis right away and asked him to find Yasmin.
"Find her," he yelled. "I want her back safely."
"Slow down. Give me some time to check her phone location and call history. I will call you back."
Declan ground his teeth as he paced around the hall, puffing, and snorting.
All three people stood in the corner in a group, not moving a muscle. They were too terrified to step forward and ask him to sit.
Natasha eventually showed the courage to approach him, but he dashed out the door.
Making everyone worried, Yasmin was quietly sitting on the shore, looking at the restless waves. She was still holding the bouquet of daisies as if it was the most precious thing she had ever had.
