“I used to be jealous of this notebook, watching him scribble in it and stare at the pages when I wished he was staring at me. Now I hold it tight in my hands like his never will again…”


“She was supposed to come home.”
“I know, Jill.”
“She always obeys her curfew-“
“I know.”
The grandfather clock in the hall rang six times, echoing in the empty house.
“We’re halfway there,” Jill said quietly, sinking back into the couch with eyes fixed on nothing in particular.
“They say if you don’t find them within 48 hours then you probably never will.” Jill’s voice cracked. Margo pulled the quilt up around her and draped her legs up over the arm of the chair.
“They’ll find her…”