23rd February

            Eleanor went missing on Sunday night. The same car I saw before picked her up. She did not even say goodbye, just walked out, not taking anything except the jacket she was wearing and her phone - one of them - from the kitchen surface. They sped off.

            She hasn’t come back yet, and it’s Wednesday. I’ve called the police and reported her missing, but I can tell they think I’m worrying about nothing.

            “90% of missing teenagers turn up within a week, Mrs, there’s nothing to worry about,” they said, in the long suffering voice of someone who’s explained this a million times.

            Kate doesn’t know - I’ve just realised. That’s not fair. She deserves to be told. If Eleanor’s not back by tomorrow I’ll ring her. She’s been so good since all this started, helped me no end.

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