"No comment!" Jason called, grabbing the pizza quickly and ducking back inside.
Gently, he approached his friend. "Come on, man, you need to eat."
"The soot just won't come out," Moudy mumbled. "It has to come out."
Jason took the broom from Moudy's hands. "You've got to eat," Jason told him, adding. "Liz would want you to."
"How am I supposed to live without her?" he asked brokenly.
Time has a way of healing all wounds.
Macy and Lacie had graduated.
Lacie had even married.
Life moved on, with or without them.
The police had explained that as a young adult, they couldn't waste resources trying to locate Lacie. It was apparent she'd run off and didn't want to be found. They only got involved if there was some sort of crime.
Which there wasn't.
"Was Lacy's disappearance related at all to her husband's death? Does her family still blame her?" He glanced to his left and saw the journalist scribbling away on her notepad.
Jason shook his head. This was a nightmare, he thought, swiping his hand over his face. Far worse than the sex scandal he'd faced some years ago.
He just wanted to find his little girl so they could all heal.
Her broken arm had healed, but she would always have a permanent reminder of the night her sister had run away.
Her hand grazed the scar on her forehead.
At least something good had come from that awful night.
She should have closed the door.
Instead, the next thing she knew, Lacie had whacked her in the head with the hamp, screaming that it should have been hers. What should have been hers? she'd wondered as she laid on the kitchen floor, blood running from the gouge in her head.
It wasn't until much later that she'd realized her sister had still been fixated on that damn Prom Queen Crown. She should've let the bitch have it years ago! Funny what was important to a person one day could be utterly worthless the next...
Everyone she met had an aura... why didn't he?
"Miss Black-Wolff?" he asked in a smooth, deep voice as he held his hand out in greeting.