I opened the window. I needed some air. Did that really just happen?
"Sadie, we need to talk. Now," Dad said.
"What? I don't want to talk about her. Leave me alone," I replied, surprised at the bitterness of my own voice.
"I think you might want to hear what I'm going to say."
Cautiously, I turned around. He was smiling. What could there possibly be to smile about? But I focused my attention on him -- listening, but not meeting his eyes.
"I've received some news from your Aunt Louise. We've sent out a handful of people to search for your Mom," he hesitated. "They think they know where she last was. They're still looking for her, but we have some idea on where she is."
What was I supposed to say to that? It was good news, but it was bad. I wanted to laugh and I wanted to cry.
Dad left to room and I just sat, motionless. What now?
I closed the window and curled up on my bed. Was she thinking about me right now? Did she know where she was going? Where she wanted to stay? It would be easy to get on and off a plane and stay where she was.
That's when I realized that she was moving for a reason.
So we couldn't find her.