TST, 2020
Isla stared at the food in front of her. Her hands were rubbing a small gift box. The necklace swung in her neck.
“You should eat something.” Rosemary, her friend said.
Isla sniffed, her eyes glistened.
“You have been looking at that box for two hours now.”
“It has been a week.”
“You should eat.”
“The story he told me when he gave me this box.” Isla sniffed. “As if he knew he was going to disappear.”
“He will be found.”
“I’m afraid I’ll lose him. I left him behind once again.”
“The school has notified the police. His name is on the news and in every newspaper. We’ll soon find something.”
“A week has passed.”
“Isla…” Rosemary patted her. “No news is the good news.”
“It’s my fault, Rose.”
“No. Y—”
A serious knock came from the door. Rosemary went to look.
“We have a
