Padma's knees gave out, and she was glad she was at her desk. She barely managed to sit in her chair. She stared down at the calendar, at all the missing dates, imagining them filled with this person.
April 8, lunchtime. April 13, after work. April 27, a chunk around 10 pm. May 12, everything after the Crouches.
She'd woken up in a shed, alone and injured, blouse ripped and stained with blood. No shoes. What had he done to her? Had he done it? and why? Padma's hand came to her mouth, shaky fingertips brushing her lips as she tried to wrap her mind around everything Anthony was saying.