My heart lurched in my chest, and I knocked. “Alice, honey? Can we talk?” As I spoke, I turned the door knob and gently pushed the door opened. “Alice?”
I glanced first at the bed, but it was empty. Then I did a quick check across the entire room, but I saw no downtrodden outlines of my daughter. Flicking on the light, I saw the closet door was open, a few of Alice’s things were gone.
No. No, no, no…
This couldn’t be happening. She had to just be in the bathroom. Yet, when I stepped back into the hallway, I saw the bathroom door was opened, the light turned off.
“Alice?” I called, louder, some panic in my voice. “Alice, honey? Where are you?”
There was no response, at least not from Alice.
Anna called from the kitchen. “Amber? What’s wrong?”
“I can’t find Alice!”
Anna came to joi
