Chapter 45 follow the breadcrumbs

…Jenna POV…
"Tyler, it has been six days, nine hours, and sixteen minutes since I have vanished.
He has taken me from one place to the next in a seemingly endless attempt to keep me away from you. At least, that is what I think. He had a call from someone the moment he ended the conversation; he made us pack up again. This means you are looking for me and that you are getting close.
It hit me with the greatest of joy that my breadcrumbs, my trail I left for you, was not all for nothing. I have feared so many times that I would just drop off the face of the earth and would spend the rest of eternity going to every corner of every continent until I died from a broken heart. Personally, I don't care how I go as long as you are with me.
You might think your memory will stay forever, yet my memory seems to fade even more every day. The thing that is slipping me the most is the beauty of your face. Those bright ocean eyes that see clearly beyond my soul. Your perfect messed up. Your soft, supple lips that curl into the most desirable smile. I have not seen it for so long; I fear that the memory might not last for too much longer.
Tyler, I won't waste this letter begging for forgiveness or praying endlessly for you to come. Instead, I will use this as an opportunity to tell you some of the things I do miss.
You cock your head when you are thinking. But most of all, you cock it just before you are about to scold me about something silly I have yet done again.
What enchants me, even more, is the smell of softwood and musk that lies like a hint on your skin. It was the first one thing that drew me to you from our very first encounter, and it is still the very thing that keeps drawing me in. A million others can wear the same fragrance, but none of them will ever compare to you.
Then who is to forget the sweet taste of you, whether it is those lips or the taste of your very essence. There is nothing more intoxicating than it. You are my poison, and I will keep on drinking.
But the one thing that brings this woman joy is to hear your laughter as you chuckle at that very odd joke that you do find funny. Even when you topple over and you cannot laugh anymore, you yet find that breath to express your happiness.
I love you, Tyler, I love you.
I believe that one day, I will be back where you belong. I will hear that voice that is sent from angels; I will taste that essence that is you, and most of all, I will hear that voice that is like a thousand melodies that brings nothing but pure joy to my life. I can only hope that I shall have you back in my arms back soon.
Tyler, you are close. Don't give up.
With love Jenna.
…Tyler POV…
It has been six days, nine hours, and sixteen minutes since he took Jenna from me. We found a trace of him at a service station, where we tracked his vehicle. Thanks to Jenna, who gave us her number plate, we finally found the cabin, which is just up from where we are waiting to make entry into the place.
It has been long, hard days, which has not been easy. We all are exhausted; even though we do not show it, we are still pushing on. I am starting to wonder if we are even going to find Jenna. But then I calm my heart and remind myself why I am doing this.
So for our next step, we get ready to made our way unseen through the trees, hoping to catch him by surprise, "Are you ready," I look at Brooke and the Marshall. "Which way shall we go?"
"Let us make it from the back and work the windows." The Marshall starts to explain. "I do not wish for him to catch us off guard and by surprise."
I only but nod my head at him as we make our way through the thick brush to the back of the cabin. There is a light on inside, and in the distance, we can hear music. Both Brooke and the Marshall smile in confidence as we know that we have finally got to them.
And with this, we enter the cabin. Brooke covers the door as the Marshall signals to enter, "Go, go, go."
The living area seems to be empty.
We filter in, guns pointing straight ahead of us, ready to rip off any head at the sight of a gun. We spin. Left. Right. Clear. Next room. In. Left. Right. Clear. And so we go, with great ease, but as we hit the last room, our excitement dies again.
"Fuck!" I smash my fist hard against the wall. "She is not here."
The Marshall looks at me disappointed, "I was so certain that they would have been here. He seems to be one step ahead of us around every corner."
"The man has a purpose," I hear Brooke say as she falls back into a chair.
I only look at her with tears that are building in the corner of very tired eyes, "We all have a purpose. Even if it takes me forever, I will find my wife. Now, where are we going next?"
We soon find ourselves scanning the cabin for any sort of clue, any note, anything that Jenna has left behind. Just as I am about to give up, I see the little piece of paper stuck underneath out from the mattress.
Why would she think that she desecrated our marriage? Yes, it is true; she did not think that he would trick her. She should know that no matter the distance, my heart will always find hers too.
I cannot believe it has been so long since I have heard her voice. I have almost given up counting, but how can I stop counting the hours, minutes, and seconds that she is away from me. Our love is precious, priceless and I cannot live without it.
No, I refuse to live without it. I told her once that I can be very persistent and that I will do whatever it takes to have her in my life again. Wherever she is, wherever she goes, I am right behind her. One day she will turn around, and I will be there. Until then, she needs to know that I love her, and she should not give up hope.
Then at the bottom, she has put a post note, "He is taking me out of the country. Please hurry; I think we are set to leave tomorrow."
My heart drops into an abyss of darkness, and my voice burst out in a scream, "No! He is taking her away. We have to find her." I toss the note at the Marshall, "We have run out of time."
…Jenna POV…
"Tyler, it has been so long since I have been ripped from your arms. I was hoping with my last letter that you would be far closer, but I am yet again proven wrong at how wicked this world can play a joke on a man and wife in love.
Well, today I write to you from the airport. Yes, if you have received my last note, you would know now that he is truly taking me away. ?
I am going to be honest; I am losing it. I have, for what seems to have been the hundredth, sworn that I have seen your beautiful face bouncing between all the people, and every time I find myself staring at a complete stranger. I am losing hope, and it scares me more than anything. If I give up now, then I will be lost, and you cannot find me. I don't know how much longer I can hang on.
I feel that with every ticking of my watch that it is ticking away precious moments. I don't think he is ever going to let me go. I have to keep moving forward and believe that you will find me. If I stop having faith in our love, my heart will go as frozen.
Not being with you feels like being at odds with the universe. The longer we are apart, the more stretch I feel, like hanging by a thread to life, and if I let go, I won't survive.
Even now, when it feels that we are apart farther than is meant, I know that the only place for me is to be with you. You are my love, but most of all, you are my husband.
But let me run off, for I see someone that I pray is you…Until we meet again…I love you. Love Jenna."
…Tyler POV…
It is cold here, just as cold as my heart is getting. We have been going from one corner to the other in the hope that we shall find them there. I don't know why he plans to leave the country. Does he think that I shall not follow him all the way here?
So as I look at Brooke, she only but shakes her head, "Where would he take her? We cannot stand at every boarding gate."
Then the Marshall turns to face me as well, "Why would he take her away from everything that is familiar?"
"I think he lives in her own delusional world," I grunt as I push past the Marshall into another shop. "This must have been something that she has been planning for a great deal of time."
"Well," Brooke starts to say. "He is going to wish he was dead when I find him.
"Well, hold that thought for once second," The Marshall breaks off as he radios the rest of his team.
I walk around in circles as the desire to feel Jenna in my arms starts to consume me. When I come to a dizzying stop, from across the crowd of people, there is something that catches my eye.
"Brooke, I think that is Jenna."