Chapter Fifty-Three

Nobody knows where she is.

She disappeared the same day I left home. According to mom, she never said a word to either of them about it. Constance served lunch and went up to her room to call her but she wasn't responding. Constance ignored it and thought that she was just ignoring her and that perhaps she wasn't hungry. She reported this back to mom, who left the table and went upstairs to fetch her.

She found the room empty.

She cries as she says this, and holds a tissue to her nose. Her shoulders are shaking. I've never seen her this upset before. Still, it has no influence on me whatsoever. I realize that this is the reason why she looked so sad. It isn't because of me. It's because Mary is missing. It's only a matter of time before she starts blaming me for this.

I look at dad. "You didn't mention this on the phone."

"I didn't think it was something I could say over the phone," he admits.

I look at mom. She says nothing else to me. I honestly don't know what to say to them. I