Revealed

72. Sharon Pierce

Entering the town, I notice how there are quite a few more homes than I expect. There are many lights on in these buildings that all seem as though they had at least been around for 15 years. There are a lot of alleys and rough looking places. But on the bright side, there are many beautiful schools and parks. I even see a library so big that one would assume it owned every book ever written. A small and furry dog runs over the sidewalk by my car. It's tail wags. The owner must have decided an evening walk would be calm and refreshing. I'm amazed. What a place for my 99.9% possible blood sister to grow up in.

I drive around for what seems like forever. I don't know exactly where or what I'm looking for until I realize that in the news report I printed, Solane was supposedly kidnapped in a bakery. It isn't very hard to find it because the address was conveniently available on the internet.

Stepping out of my car, I cup my hands over my eyes to make mock binoculars and try to look through the glass to see what's inside. The darkness makes it fairly harder to see inside, though I could tell it's empty. There are worn down chairs and old looking booths all neatly put away. I try to imagine what Solane would have looked like working. All dressed up fancy in a uniform and maybe even a viser with the company's name on it.

She'd have a notepad where she would write all the orders down or maybe even stand behind the cashier taking payments. I wouldn't have been surprised if she worked in the back, baking and wrapping cupcakes and cookies.

Slowly moving my hands away from the window, I think about what it would have been like to know her. To have never lost her.
Then someone bumps into me and it makes me snap back into reality.

"Oh hey. I'm so sorry," a gorgeous looking guy says before speed walking away.

I turn away from his direction and take a quick breath to regain myself.

"Well... this place is obviously not open. And I don't even know when it will be," I think to myself while walking back into my car.

Then, my phone rings. That's about the twentieth time it had done so. My mother would not let go of the fact that I had just up and left. My text messages are overflowing and my voicemail is full to the brim.

But I really just don't have time for her. And even if I had time, I would not give it to her. She is the reason my sister is gone, the reason for my depressing childhood, the reason I had to leave her in the first place. Someone has to fix her mess. And I'm not about to wait for her lazy ass to get up and do it when I have the chance to do it myself.

Without hesitation, I send her call to voicemail and look ahead of me. "I'm not going to find anything at this time in the night. I'll just stay at a hotel for now and continue looking tomorrow."

I search the internet for the closest hotel. Luckily, I find one right at the edge of town and make my way towards it.