20
Ginny
Bean’s not in her bed. She’s not in another room, not in the yard, not at home. She’s gone. As soon as Enid told me, a cold fear washed over me and filled me with icy dread. I fight to keep moving so that I can find her. I can’t give in to fear because if I do I’ll collapse. I know this.
Where is she? Where could she be?
“Bean,” I yell. “Bean, where are you? I’m here. Bean?”
I hear Enid calling out “Beatrice?”
And Clark shouting, “Bean?”
Liam runs up to me. His jaw is clenched and he looks scared. Do I look like that? Do I look that scared?
“She’s not here,” I say.
“No.”
We’ve torn the apartment apart, we’ve looked in every nook and cranny of house. We’ve looked everywhere.
“Where could she be,” I say.
“The police are coming,” he says. But they have to drive over from
