day stolen,” Amber said, “Replace the sorrow with anger and use it to be strong. Now, pull yourself together and get out of bed before your breakfast gets cold.”
Rilynne stared at her mother in disbelief as she slid off the bed and left the room. No matter the situation, no matter how bad things got, Amber always seemed to know exactly what to say to get her motivated.
After taking one last look at the garment bag, Rilynne walked out after her.
The whole house smelled good when she stepped out the door. Though she’d had no desire to eat anything when she woke up, now her stomach was screaming at her.
“So are you going into the office?” Amber asked as she placed a plate down on the dining room table in front of Rilynne.
She took a bite from a piece of bacon and shook her head. “Not right now. Wooldridge is in working with the major crimes unit. I'm going to go over to Lori's and see if we can pull together a list of anyone who might have been in contact with Kim,” she said.
“Shouldn't that have been done last night?”
Rilynne nodded. “Wilcome tried, but Lori was too upset to do anything. Apparently after they got her home, she just sat down and stared out the window. I'm hoping her shock has eased enough for her to be able to help now.”
“I can only imagine what she's going through,” Amber said. “I remember when you were three, I found the front door of our house wide open and you were nowhere to be found. I panicked, thinking someone must have come in and grabbed you.”
Rilynne looked up curiously. “Where was I?”
“Sound asleep in the bottom of the hall closet. I guess the door hadn't been latched all the way and blew open with the wind. And you-” Amber shook her head, “-said you didn't want to be blown away so you went in the closet. During the few minutes it took me to realize the door was open and the time I spent frantically searching for you, you apparently just fell asleep.”
Rilynne grinned. She wondered why she had never heard the story before, but decided not to ask. “How did you find me?”
“I opened the door to grab my shoes so I could go out knocking on doors while I waited for the police.”
Although Rilynne didn't remember the event, it didn't surprise her at all. She didn't know why, but she always felt safe in the bottom of the closet. That was until she found a shrine to Ben's late brother hidden in the back of one. Now every time she stepped into her closet, she felt a little creeped out.
“Well, I told Katy I would go back over this morning and stay with her while her husband is at work,” Amber said. “Call me if anything turns up.”
“I will,” Rilynne said.
She finished her breakfast and walked back to her room, intentionally avoiding looking at her dress. After changing, she walked out the front door and down the street to Lori's house.
When she walked in, she found Lori sitting just where Wilcome had left her the night before. Unsurprisingly, she was still wearing her dress from the rehearsal dinner.
“Has she moved at all?” Rilynne asked Joe. He looked over at his fiancé and shook his head. There was a hurt in his eyes that made Rilynne ill. She tried to look away from it but she couldn't.
Joe leaned against the kitchen counter and rubbed his face. “I tried to get her to eat something, but she didn't seem to be able to hear me at all,” he said. He had dark circles under his tired eyes. He hadn't slept at all. “She was watching the news all night. I finally had to turn the television off.”
“Good,” Rilynne said. She knew from personal experience that they would report anything, no matter if there were facts to back it up. The last thing Lori needed was to hear speculations.
She looked around the house. There was a feeling of sadness about it that was almost sickening. Wilcome was sound asleep where he sat on the couch. Jerkins, half asleep
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