Haley
The skies finally opened up and erupted in rain. My hair sticks to my face and my shirt clings to my body as I enter my uncle’s. I shiver against the combination of the warmth of the house and the cold drops of rain that slither down my arms. My toes go behind my heel to kick off my shoe, but I stop when Mom walks into the living room with a phone pressed to her ear. Her face is white and her fingers shake.
“If you hear from him, you’ll let me know?” she asks. Everything is wrong. The house sits silent. My uncle doesn’t rule the world from his chair. My younger cousins aren’t shoving each other against a wall. Maggie isn’t drawing on the floor.
“Okay, thanks.” She clicks off the phone and she looks at me. “I thought you were heading to the gym after school.”
I fight the automatic tears with the mention of anything associated with West. “I changed my mind. Where’s Paul?”
“Your aunt persuaded him to leave with her to help me out. I need time.”
The way her hands shake sets me on edge. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s your father. He’s missing.”