I stumble upon Sophie's porch and smack hard on the door
She opens the door and I stumble through the door in a hysterical frenzied panic
"You have to help me find her. Everyone else is being absolutely fucking useless and you're the only person I can think of to help me. Help me find her, please, help me, her, the baby, the baby, our baby, my baby, Sophie-," I stumble and trip over my words
Sophie slaps me hard across the face and tells me to calm down
Breathing in short bursts, I nod my head shakily and explain everything quietly and carefully
"Three days. If we don't find her after that then we call the police," she says, her voice even and calm as she races into her lounge
"Shouldn't we call the police now?" I ask my voice shrill and panicked
Sophie snaps her head round and frowns at me
"14 + 28 x baby leads to questions x police =....." Sophie trails gazing at me quizzically
I nod my head sullenly wiping the tears from my face
"Three days," I say
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