Drip. Drip…!
It had already started raining.
Inside the small house was Sarah and her mother, seated face to face in the kitchen.
The two had not spoken for more than fifty minutes or so.
The silence…
It felt suffocating.
What should've been a loud and lively house was now nothing but a reminder of their loss.
Loss?
"She's out there somewhere."
"S-arah...?"
"Mom… I'll find her."
Standing up, Sarah locked gaze with her mother.
Her eyes were puffy and snot started to drip down. But her eyes were determined.
But the determination was all on the surface.
Her heart was heavy, and she could feel herself break down at any moment.
"No matter what it takes, I'll find Emma."
"..."
Her mother sat in silence.
But Sarah knew what that silence was.
Doubt.
Her mother had started doubting whether Emma was still alive or not.
But this didn't infuriate Sarah.