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if he could know where Roxy could be.
“Ha ve the police been here yet?”
Another negative shake of the head. “They think she left because I’m crazy.”
Damn. “Did they say that?”
Clara stopped then , turned to her, and cocked her head with a somberness to her features. “They didn’t have to. Everyone thinks I’m crazy.”
Not really what she wanted to discuss. “It’s been more than twenty-four hours, and they still haven’t looked for her?”
Clara stared deep into her eyes. So deep it made her uncomfortable. It was like looking into a mirror. Only a much more disturbing image of what she might look like in the future. “No. They won’t either.”
Okay. Enough chit chat. “Show me her room. I need to search around and see if I find anything that can help us locate her.”
She followed Clara toward Roxy’s room. Clara stopped at the door, as if afraid to enter, and pointed inside. “Everything is still the same.”
A cold chill seeped into her bones, down to the marrow. “Thanks. I’ll do my best to find where she could be.”
Clara gave her another of those searching frowns before walking away. Yeah, it was official. Her family definitely had problems.
Roxy ’s room was impeccably clean for a teenager. She must take after her mother. Hell, the whole house was so clean it put Cyn’s place into the pigsty realm. She was surprised there were so few things to indicate a teenager lived there. No photos or anything colorful. The room was decorated in a navy blue that made her scrunch her nose. She loved blue, but the whole set up in there appeared to be out of an impersonal hotel.
Where were the photos, perfumes, knick knacks? Nothing. There was nothing to indicate that a teen had been in that room for a day, much less for years.
She sighed. And did a slow walk around the bed. There had to be something. Walking toward the dresser, she glanced to and fro. The curtains were pulled open, and the sun began to set. She’d need to hurry if she was going to meet up with Brock in time. Stopping in front of the dresser, she glanced at herself in the mirror. A frown marred her brows. Pulling drawer after drawer open, she was careful to search for anything that could give her a clue to where Roxy could have gone. After rummaging through all the drawers, she knew there was nothing. Frustration started to mount inside her. There was a reason the girl was gone. She had to find out what it was. With a sigh, she sat down at the edge of the hard bed. How could Roxy sleep on that thing? It was rock hard.
She glanced over to the bedside table. An angel figurine and the usual children’s guardian angel prayer on a plate stood facing the bed. The angel wasn’t just any angel. It was a figurine of archangel Michael defeating Lucifer. By far one of the weirdest things she’d ever seen on a bedside table. Then again, her whole family was more than a little strange.
With a gentle tug, she opened the single drawer on the bedside table. Graded exams and papers filled it. The scores were perfect. Roxy was a very smart girl. Paper after paper she saw proof of her intelligence. When she was done going through them, a pile sat on the bed next to her. Staring at the empty drawer brought her another sense of sorrow. This was her cousin. She’d never really taken the time to get to know the girl.
A dull throbbing took hold of her chest. If only she hadn’t been so caught up with how her family history had affected her. Maybe then she’d have made an attempt at closing the distance with Clara and Roxy. But the reality was, Cyn had the constant fear of living the life her mother had. And she worked really hard to keep the demons at bay.
“Where are you, Roxy?”
Ready to put the papers in the drawer, she noticed the bottom of the drawer was a lot higher than it should be. But it appeared to be perfectly put together, without any edges to pull or hidden cavities. Swallowing hard at the quick beating of her heart,
“Ha ve the police been here yet?”
Another negative shake of the head. “They think she left because I’m crazy.”
Damn. “Did they say that?”
Clara stopped then , turned to her, and cocked her head with a somberness to her features. “They didn’t have to. Everyone thinks I’m crazy.”
Not really what she wanted to discuss. “It’s been more than twenty-four hours, and they still haven’t looked for her?”
Clara stared deep into her eyes. So deep it made her uncomfortable. It was like looking into a mirror. Only a much more disturbing image of what she might look like in the future. “No. They won’t either.”
Okay. Enough chit chat. “Show me her room. I need to search around and see if I find anything that can help us locate her.”
She followed Clara toward Roxy’s room. Clara stopped at the door, as if afraid to enter, and pointed inside. “Everything is still the same.”
A cold chill seeped into her bones, down to the marrow. “Thanks. I’ll do my best to find where she could be.”
Clara gave her another of those searching frowns before walking away. Yeah, it was official. Her family definitely had problems.
Roxy ’s room was impeccably clean for a teenager. She must take after her mother. Hell, the whole house was so clean it put Cyn’s place into the pigsty realm. She was surprised there were so few things to indicate a teenager lived there. No photos or anything colorful. The room was decorated in a navy blue that made her scrunch her nose. She loved blue, but the whole set up in there appeared to be out of an impersonal hotel.
Where were the photos, perfumes, knick knacks? Nothing. There was nothing to indicate that a teen had been in that room for a day, much less for years.
She sighed. And did a slow walk around the bed. There had to be something. Walking toward the dresser, she glanced to and fro. The curtains were pulled open, and the sun began to set. She’d need to hurry if she was going to meet up with Brock in time. Stopping in front of the dresser, she glanced at herself in the mirror. A frown marred her brows. Pulling drawer after drawer open, she was careful to search for anything that could give her a clue to where Roxy could have gone. After rummaging through all the drawers, she knew there was nothing. Frustration started to mount inside her. There was a reason the girl was gone. She had to find out what it was. With a sigh, she sat down at the edge of the hard bed. How could Roxy sleep on that thing? It was rock hard.
She glanced over to the bedside table. An angel figurine and the usual children’s guardian angel prayer on a plate stood facing the bed. The angel wasn’t just any angel. It was a figurine of archangel Michael defeating Lucifer. By far one of the weirdest things she’d ever seen on a bedside table. Then again, her whole family was more than a little strange.
With a gentle tug, she opened the single drawer on the bedside table. Graded exams and papers filled it. The scores were perfect. Roxy was a very smart girl. Paper after paper she saw proof of her intelligence. When she was done going through them, a pile sat on the bed next to her. Staring at the empty drawer brought her another sense of sorrow. This was her cousin. She’d never really taken the time to get to know the girl.
A dull throbbing took hold of her chest. If only she hadn’t been so caught up with how her family history had affected her. Maybe then she’d have made an attempt at closing the distance with Clara and Roxy. But the reality was, Cyn had the constant fear of living the life her mother had. And she worked really hard to keep the demons at bay.
“Where are you, Roxy?”
Ready to put the papers in the drawer, she noticed the bottom of the drawer was a lot higher than it should be. But it appeared to be perfectly put together, without any edges to pull or hidden cavities. Swallowing hard at the quick beating of her heart,
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