A couple hours later, Anne still had yet to be found, and there was no change with my father. My mother made me jolt in surprise when she spoke for the first time in a long while.
"Skylar? Do you think….would you mind leaving me alone with your father for a while? I'd just like to talk to him. I don't know, maybe hearing my voice will help wake him up." Her eyes were glassy with unshed tears, her beautiful face nearly crumpled in despair. I couldn't say no to her when she looked like that, so I reluctantly agreed. Perhaps I could rest for a while at home. After Will and I argued I had returned home and taken a shower, trying to wash away my anger, but I'd never been able to sleep because Maria was attacked so soon after dark.
I reluctantly released my father's hand and, with one last glance at my mother's morose expression, exited the infirmary and navigated the narrow alleyways between houses to return to my own.