It has been a week since Marshall randomly left. I call every hour each day. So far, he's received 168 voicemails. I legitimately set an alarm for each hour so I can call. I'm worried sick.
My alarm went off. I called, getting, once again, voicemail.
"Marshall. I'm getting so worried. I really need you to come home. Don't make me tell the media. You know I will. I miss you so much. The house feels so empty. I have Whitney with me now. Kim said she could stay with me for a week. She keeps me company, but I really miss you. Please. Please, just. Please come back. This has been the hardest week of my life, Marshall. I'm getting sick, and I just really need you. I love you."
I hung up, sighing to myself. This was gonna be yet another long night.
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"So, Whit, what movie should we see tonight? I have Netflix pulled up. Your choice," I said.
Whitney picked out The Exorcist. Just as soon as it started playing, I got a call.
From Marshall.
"Oh my god Marshall where have you been oh my god!" I screamed.
"3602 E Sherwood." A voice that wasn't Marshall's spoke. The caller hung up.
"Was that dad? Where is he? Is he okay?" Shot had hope gleaming in her eyes.
"I don't mean to burst your bubble, but we have more questions than answers right now."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, please don't freak out, but when they called, that voice wasn't your father's. It was deeper, and just, something was off. The guy said 3602 E Sherwood. That's not much help. But I'm still gonna write it down. This could be a clue."
"So, basically what you're saying is, we are on a scavenger hunt?"
"Well, I mean if we are being technical, yes," I replied.
Yeah, a scavenger hunt.
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