[Violet]
I took two days off work.
I spent the mornings visiting the police station, hoping—stupidly—that they might have something new. A lead. A witness. A tape even. Anything.
But they didn't. Of course they didn't.
Raye had been taken by supernatural beings. Human systems weren't built to catch things like that. Still, I'd hoped.
All I got was a sympathetic look and another empty promise to "keep me updated." They didn't even try to pretend they were close.
I returned home with Milo, who'd been in a good mood all day—cooing and clinging to my shirt with his little hands like he knew I needed the comfort. He was easy to take care of, thankfully. As long as he was fed, he was calm and the perfect little distraction.
I held him a little longer than usual that afternoon.
Celeste
