As each day passes, I find myself at a dead end, with no new leads on who took my Marla. I feel sick...unable to eat, sleep, or even drink water. I'm losing weight and clumps of my hair.
Mila pushed the plate in front of me, "Alana, eat something, or we will all force the food in your mouth!"
"Do you want to die before you see Marla again?" My mom cried.
"How can I eat when I don't even know if Marla has eaten...how?!"
Zara moved her chair closer to mine, "Alana please, we are begging you, you're slowly killing yourself. Please, you have to eat something."
"Then I guess I'll just die."
My phone rang across the living room, and Mila grabbed it.
"Mila, please give me my phone."
"Not until you eat."
"Mila! It could be Detective Amaro with new information, give me my phone!"
"Not
