It was a Sunday when Adam disappeared. After bidding good night to his parents on Saturday, he went to bed like always. On Sunday his mother was feeling exceptionally happy, so as bacon sizzled in the pan and Autumn light filtered through the wide french doors she let her son sleep in, as all growing boys need sleep.
By 12:00 The police were around, struggling to calm a hysterical Mrs Winters. By 1:00 I arrived. I climbed the emergency ladder that hung from the garage roof, like Adam had always told me to when there was attention on the house, and tapped on the window impatiently. There was a shuffling sound, before a very confused looking policewoman appeared at the window. I ran, immediately regretting it as the woman cried out for backup. Great way to stay incognito Flora.
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Gone
AdventureAdam is gone. No trace, no clues, just gone. His best friend Flora is as clueless as the police. Until someone sends her a desperate video message, telling her that adams life depends on her. Through the darkest times Flora fights to find her friend...
