LEAH
I took out the paintbrush from the stack and dipped it in the paint palette going for the color black to outline my idea and call. On my other hand was the pendant Damien gave to me.
I know not how this works, but I had to give it a chance. "Find Sarah. Please. Take me to my sister," I whispered and placed the pendant on the blinking light.
I began to draw, picturing my favorite image of Sarah—the last arcade game I snuck her out to, a few years back. It was something she was fond of, and each time I talked about running off, she would think about the arcade and all the fun rides she went on that day.
She was wearing her favorite pink tank top, white jeans, and one of the collections of my mother's jackets and jewelry. She was looking pretty amazing for a thirteen-year-old.
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