It has been a year since Annalise Montgomery lost her fifteen year old sister Lilly in the middle of a sunny day when she was waiting in a parking lot.
Annalise takes the case into her control when the police are empty handed. No leads, no traces, n...
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Being a young girl walking alone in the dark is suppose to scare me.
But it doesn't. The feeling was like nothing but a gentle cat scratch. The world around me had no meaning. All I could think about was my little sister. That she was still missing, and I was back to square one.
No leads, no evidence. No Lilly Montgomery.
I am feeling a lot of things, and it is confusing me. I am all sorts of sadness, anger, and guilt. Scott told me we would have her- but I don't. I knew he had no control on the situation, but for some reason, I put my blame onto him.
On the world.
The walking down cracked concrete forces my ankle to swell. The pain is blind for me. The metaphorical pain in my chest hurts more than the physical.
The haunting colours of the sky are gone now, and it's completely dark with only the flickering street lights providing guidance. I make sure to take odd streets, so I am able to avoid the main roads.
Sooner or later, Scott will notice that I left, or his mom will tell him that I stormed away. He would help with ensuring the officers were capable with the swarm of children they rescued before getting in his car to follow me. At least I assume that's what he would do.
I have no keys to get into my apartment, no phone, no money. It is all in the glovebox of Blondie's car. As much as I want to continue walking to distract my mind and force my lungs to pump new air, I can't stay standing on my ankle much longer.
I'm not opposed to sitting in a dirty gutter tp rest, but I know this part of town. The familiar line of townhouses are beside me- one where Reggie Cohen's home is.
It is a desperate attempt. I knew that. But without phone or keys- I have no way of calling Scott or going to my apartment. Reggie's home is the closest to the crime scene. My ankle will get worse if I turn around to go back for Blondie.
I hope he is here and not working another late night shift at the grocery store. It would mean that I'd need to make the journey to the Walker family home on my own- which is further away.
So, I take my time to walk towards the two story townhouse. The warm air is helping repress all the urges I am having to cry again- just like the first time I lost her. I wouldn't let it consume me. It's not the end- it doesn't mean she's gone forever.
All it means is that I have to try harder.
My knuckles gently pound onto the wooden door, incase Reggie Cohen is asleep or simply not home. There is a car parked at the front, so I assume he is.
Moments later, the door is pulled open and he's staring back at me in his matching summer flannel pyjamas. "Annalise, is everything okay?" Neither of us expected me to end up here tonight.
