The police came into our small, but overly decorated house.
The first man went into Isabella's room, he had dark hair and a scar on his cheek with piercing blue eyes.
He was the lead detective on the case, his name was Martin and he had a wife and son at home, that he hadn't seen since my sister's case hit his desk.
He acts like he's a tough man with a hard shell on the outside, but once you get to know he's very relaxed and down to earth.
I was standing in Isabella's doorway, Martin must have noticed how anxious I looked, "Scarlett, you have to do something other then fixate on her, find a new hobby or go on a walk."
I laughed, doesn't he know I blame myself for this? I'm the big sister who is suppose to take care of her and make sure she's ok and I failed at that.
"Your right, I'll go on a walk"
"Don't you dare go there again." He says to me.
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Losing Her In The Trees
Mystery / Thriller"Scarlet!" my mother screamed "are they here?" I could barely get the word out "yes." I walked into my little sister's room and it smelled like her cheap strawberry perfume, her notebook was on her bed and I opened it up and saw silly drawings of dr...
