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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Yesterday is still burning me. Inside and out. It is the first thing that crashes into me as I wake.
Lilly Montgomery is still missing.
It forces my stomach to turn uneasily. My body is urging me to vomit when I picture the memory of her glowing smile and how the young girl would laugh. She brought me joy, and without her, it brought everything bad.
Scott is here now. There's two arms wrapped around my frame that hold my body close to his much warmer one. I've never once woken in a bed with him before.
This only adds gasoline to the fire in me. He must've snuck in late last night and crawled in with me. I couldn't help but question if this is how he slept every night- holding me like this.
I never knew. My sleeping is heavy, barely waking me for anything. But today, I woke before him. A very rare occurrence. I wish I had the chance to know that even while asleep, he held me. Always finding a way to touch me.
I peel my eyes open and see his soft face a mere few inches from mine. The curl of his breath washes over my skin, his lips parted as he continues sleeping peacefully.
His tan skin is smooth and crease free, save for the very light freckles that I can only see when he is this close, and the fading bruise. The sandy hair is lazy resting against his forehead, waiting for him to wake an style it.
There's another breeze from behind me. The white noise leads me to understand that he'd set up a fan last night when returning to accommodate to the heat.
But he'd put it on my side. For me to receive most of the cooler air. Once more, my stomach tightens. I hate this feeling.
The bottled emotions in my mind are leaking fragments of each- and it is making me ill. Blondie must've been told my his mother that my sister wasn't amongst the victims. He would know, meaning when he wakes I'll be on the end of more sympathy.
My stomach feels worse. And worse.
Gosh, Lilly Montgomery. That poor defenceless sixteen year old is floating lost in this world. I need to find her before the time grows longer with her gone.
All my information will need to be reviewed to search for what I must've missed. Perhaps I'd turned a blind eye on something else while I was looking at these two men.
How many other rings of illegal activity are there that she could be at? What if she was in my apartment building and I didn't know? It was the closest place- some resident could've saw her-
