Molly
“How did this happen?” I ask, my voice tighter than I expect.
Charles exhales slowly before answering.
“She took Snow with her to school,” he says. “Apparently she hid her inside her bag. My men dropped her off at the gate as usual. After that she left the school premises shortly afterward without permission.”
For a moment I just stare at him, trying to process what he is saying.
“She left the school?” I repeat. “Alone?”
“They noticed when the teacher called to ask why she wasn’t in class,” he says. “By then she was already gone.”
My stomach twists painfully.
“Have you searched everywhere?” I ask quickly. “The nearby streets? The park? The shops around the area?”
“Yes,” he answers. “Everyone is looking. She couldn’t have gone far.”
I nod but the reassurance does not settle
