(un)Defined / Fillie / Sillie

Millie twists the lock on the door. The loud ringing of her phone cuts suddenly through the dread-filled atmosphere. She jumps in alarm. The pain in her stomach shoots up, toward her chest. Wincing, she limps to the bedroom to answer the phone.

"Call from: David Harbour," the phone's mechanical voice says, as she picks it up.

"H-hello?" Her voice shakes a little. She doesn't know why.

David sighs heavily on the other line. Millie holds her breath without realizing it.

"Look, kid-" he cuts himself off with another sigh.

A few seconds pass and she thinks she can hear him crying quietly.

"Harbour?" She swallows nervously.

"Wait - you don't know?"

"Know what?" Her voice takes on a higher pitch than she had intended.

He sniffs and clears his throat.

"What happened!? Tell me!"

"It's about Sadie."