I didn't have to wait alone, but that didn't make it feel any less lonely when my family went missing. I waited for two weeks. It was a blur of reheated leftovers from well-meaning neighbours, nightmares shaking me awake, regretful deep dives into news article Facebook comment sections, and picking my fingernails until they bled. Two weeks of confusion, anxiety, and the same phrase on repeat, 'I don't know where they are, I don't know anything.' Four mundane adults made a decision to leave, and leave me behind. A husband and wife, and two of their children took off in broad daylight without a trace. And now they're back.
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On Winter Fortnight
Mystery / ThrillerA normal family go missing in the middle of the night - leaving their eldest daughter behind to wonder where they went, and when they're coming home.
