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Mrs. Bromfeild’s eyes are puffy and red. Henry, her husband, has been on the phone with the Police all morning. They finally told him to stop calling, and that they’d contact them when there was news. She keeps hearing the horrible words of the lead investigator yesterday.
”Typically ma’am, if the missing person isn’t found within the first 48 hours…”
Her tears begin to choke her again.
Mary hasn’t come home from school yet. She’s probably with her friends. Probably. Mrs. Bromfield tries to stave of panic. It was hard enough to let Mary out of her sight in the first place. More tears..
Suddenly Mister Bromfield leaps up from his chair, his eyes wide as he looks out the front window. “M- Marsha! Look!” He then runs, stumbling over an ottoman, to the front door.
Hoping against hope, Mrs. Bromfield looks out the window and sees Billy and Mary walking up the driveway.
”Typically ma’am, if the missing person isn’t found within the first 48 hours…”
Her tears begin to choke her again.
Mary hasn’t come home from school yet. She’s probably with her friends. Probably. Mrs. Bromfield tries to stave of panic. It was hard enough to let Mary out of her sight in the first place. More tears..
Suddenly Mister Bromfield leaps up from his chair, his eyes wide as he looks out the front window. “M- Marsha! Look!” He then runs, stumbling over an ottoman, to the front door.
Hoping against hope, Mrs. Bromfield looks out the window and sees Billy and Mary walking up the driveway.