BEFORE
Lily
"Lily, Lily—"
Someone was shaking me gently, interrupting the walk I was taking down an unwinding road. Birds were gossiping from sickly tree branches, c*****g their heads from head to side as if they are warning me. Tell me 'do not go any further! Stop!'
I opened my eyes a bit, peering through the cracks. Dad was bare-chested, shorts ridding low on his hips. His eyes were bloodshot, his face marred with deep lines of fatigue.
"Dad," I said in a yawn, "what's wrong?"
"Do you know where your sister when to?" He asked me, staring pointedly at me.
His words did not make sense to. Gibberish floating around, bumping against themselves. Until I arrange them, absorb them. "She is in her room." Is that not where she should be at night?
"She is not there," Dad said, frowning lik
