Solitude

Part Sixteen

"Timiteo," Eve whispered as Adlyn slept. "Ella necesita ayuda ... no puedo darle. ¿Conoces a alguien que pueda hacerlo?" In case Adlyn wasn't really asleep, she spoke in Spanish.

"No, no en este momento, pero es probable que pueda encontrar a alguien. Estoy de acuerdo en que necesita ayuda, sin embargo."

"Bien," she said with a smile.

Timiteo nodded.

Eve returned to the book she had been reading. She heard Adlyn gasp and glanced up. But it must have been in a dream that Adlyn had gasped, because she just rolled over and continued to sleep.

The next thing Eve knew, someone was shaking her awake.

"Eve, wake up! Se ha ido. Había sangre en la almohada," Timiteo said.

"Oh crud," Eve said. "Are any knives missing? Her shoes?"

"Yes."

"Which?"

"Both."

"Oh no oh no oh no. This is bad."

"You think?!"

Eve scowled at Timiteo. "You look. I'm not a detective. I'll pray."

And she did. She prayed hard. Let Adlyn be all right, please. Please don't let her have hurt herself. How did this happen? How did I fall asleep? How long has Adlyn even been missing? Let her be okay, Lord...

Please.