Rowena Eric held the umbrella over my head, his jaw set hard beneath his skin. For several long moments, I just stared at him, watching as his eyes fixed themselves on the pavement between our feet. And for those moments, part of me wanted to tell him to leave me alone—to go to hell with his umbrella, to get out of my sight after the things he had said. 

Rowena Every little sound felt like it was amplified by a thousand as I sat in the library, hunched over my textbook. I had been reading the same page for what felt like forever, but each hushed whisper, each creak of the door opening, every buzz of the fly that had taken up residence around my table was deafening. Groaning softly under my breath, I clamped my hands over my ears in one last desperate attempt to focus. But it was no use; everything just felt so… distracting.

Rowena “Well, well. Looks like your fifteen minutes of fame is finally coming to an end.” Heather’s shrill voice sounded even more grating on my ears than normal. I turned, still holding the cool metal of the water bottle to my neck, to see her standing behind me. She was dressed in her cheerleading uniform as usual, her blonde hair pulled up into a high ponytail. From where she stood over me, she looked almost giant.

Rowena The first thing I noticed was the aching—no, searing—pain in my head. Next, I felt the same pain lower, in my ankle this time. In fact, my whole body hurt, but I was still too far away from consciousness to groan. Then, I heard the voices: two voices, in fact. My father and Eric. They filtered in through the haze of my unconscious state, tethering me back to the real world once again.&n

Rowena Northern Princess Still Missing After Sixteen Years - The Whole Story Intrigued, I clicked on the article. A moment later, I was directed to a random news site—nothing out of the ordinary. At first, in fact, I almost clicked away; but when I read the first line, I couldn’t help but be intrigued.