Calling the daughter

After the detectives left, Camille called her daughter again. This time, she left a message. “Please, hon. Call me when you get this message. I’m really worried about you.”

Next, she called Ally again. Again, she heard three beeps. “What the f**k.” She exclaimed to herself.

She decided to head back over to Emily’s house and check on her son. She heard no noise when she entered the house. When she got to the bedroom she she opened the door and saw her son was still fast asleep.

She then decided to go into the kitchen and find something to drink. She eventually found some herbal teas in one of the cabinets. She got a cup out, filled it with water and heated it up in the microwave. She then grabbed a tea bag, placed it in the water and sat down by the table while the cup cooled down enough that she could pick it up. She sat there a moment, trying to focus on her breathing. But all she could think about was her daughter. Where was she? Is she okay? And why did she let her go to that party?

She knew deep down it was to defy her husband’s wishes. Because even though she loved him and knew he was just looking out for the family, she was beginning to dislike how strict he had become.

A sudden noise brought her out of her self-loathing fog. The door opened, and Emily walked in with a sack in her hand.

“Oh,” Camille said. “I thought you were at work.”

“I was.” Emily brought the sack over and placed it on the table. “But I left early because I thought you could use some company.”

Camille stood up. “You didn’t’t have to do that.”

“It’s not a problem. I have a couple of more sacks the car if you want to help.”

“Sure. “Camille stated in a chipper tone. And followed Emily to the car. Emily took a sack out sand and handed it to Camille, then grabbed the other and cradled it in her arms.

As they head towards the house, Emily said.”I figured with you two staying here for a while, I’d make sure the cabinets and refrigerator are full.”

“You really didn’t have to do that” Camille said as she stepped into the house behind Emily.

Emily placed a bag on the table.” Hey. You’re like family.”

Camille placed the bag on the table. “You’ve really been too kind.”

She turned and faced Emily. “My daughter never came home last night.”

“Really,” Emily exclaimed. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. She is not here. No one entered my house because the yellow tape is still there.” She paused and took a deep breath. “I’ve called her phone three times now, but she doesn’t answer.”

She sniffled and wiped the tear that started to run down her cheek. “I worried to death.”

Emily walked over and hugged her. “It’s okay. I’m sure she’s fine.” She retracted her arms and looked Camille in the eye. “You know, kids. Maybe she lost track of time and is just hanging out with her friends.”

“It’s almost twelve o'clock.” Camille raised her hands in frustration. “You’d think she’d call and tell me. I’ve even called her best friend, but for some reason It’s not going through.”

Emily reached over, grabbed Camille’s arms, and looked her in the eyes. “ Would you like me to call her , or her friend. Or we can even drive around and see if we can’t find her.”

Camille shrugged out of her grip. “I wouldn’t even know where to start. I don’t even know where the party was.” She began pacing back and forth.

”I’m giving her a call. “Emily picked up her phone. “I’ve got her cell number saved in my contacts.” She touched the screen and

then made a scrolling motion with her finger. “Here it is.” She touched the screen and placed it to her ear.

After a few seconds, she heard Emily say. “Cassandra, dear. You really need to give your mom a call. It’s not nice to worry her like that.” She ended the call. and looked at Camille. “What’s her friend’s number?”