his side of the story

Bedtime

"Alrighty Evan! We couldn't find Elizabeth... But! We're going to put up missing posters tomorrow morning, Kay buddy?" Daddy said poking his head out from behind the door.

 "Okay!" I replied. Although I was happy, the tears were still there, as they had been for hours now. He lifted me up off the ground and Charlotte began crying. Uncle Henry comforted her. So did sammy. Daddy put me down and instead held my hand. We walked to daddy's car. He did my seat belt up but Mikey didn't put his on. Mikey was scary so I decided to not say anything.

once we were home, daddy said it was past my bedtime. Apparently it was 10 o'clock. I'm not sure when my bedtime is but, 10 o'clock sounds really late. "Ok." I said. I wasn't sure how I was feeling. Worried- wait no. Confused, scared? Or maybe sad. I just didn't know . I might've been overwhelmed by Lizabets death, or happy about Charlottes first word. It was... Unexplainable I guess..

I clambered into my bed, honestly I needed a new one. It looked like a cot, but then again, I was really really short. I layed for like 2 hours but couldn't fall asleep. Then I heard footsteps. Daddy and Mikey had gone sleep when we got back so who was it? Had mommy come back!?

-It is late. It is short. It seriously sucks. Next chapter is 200+ read special. Bye 😑-