Daryl woke to the sound of his mother’s voice, laced with concern.
“Daryl, where’s Celine?”
He rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. The couch hadn’t been particularly comfortable, and his back protested as he sat up.
“What?” he muttered.
Marissa stood near the staircase, arms crossed, looking at him like he was supposed to have all the answers. “Celine. She’s gone. I checked your room, and she wasn’t there.”
Daryl frowned. He glanced at the clock. It was barely past seven. “Maybe she’s in the bathroom?”
Marissa shook her head. “I already checked. And the front door was unlocked.”
That made him fully awake.
Daryl stood, stretching out his sore muscles before heading upstairs. He pushed open the door to his room. Empty. The bed was made, but there was no sign o
