Ashley’s POV

I couldn’t bring myself to sleep in Spencer’s bed without her tonight, so instead I opted for the uncomfortable cot in her room. Lying in her room being surrounded by her things and scent almost made me believe she was with me. Unfortunately, every time I opened my eyes, I was reminded that she wasn’t. Sleep never came for me last night; however, tears came with ease.

Breakfast wasn’t much better. I picked at it and moved it around, but a few bites made it into my mouth. Of course, I wasn’t the only one in this mood. Paula and Glen seemed just as bad off. Madison and the others looked at the three of us for a couple of minutes until finally one of them asked the question I had been waiting for.

"Where’s Spencer?" Kyla asked while she played with her food on the plate in front of her.

That question definitely broke the stiff incommodious silence that has been present since arriving at the table. Mrs. C broke down; tears rimed her already red eyes but managed to sniffle out a reply.

"We don’t know"

Glen on the other hand, slammed his chair back from the table before stalking off outside. I figured I had better follow him to see if he has come up with a plan yet. I stood up to leave but not before collecting his and my plates to place in the sink for whoever is on dish duty today.

"GLEN WAIT UP!" I shout out to him, running up to catch him.

When I finally catch up to him, I see the tears in his eyes. He must not have wanted anyone to see him cry. I guess it’s that whole I’m a man, so I never cry.

"I’m her brother. I’m supposed to protect her. I should have…" At that point, he lost it. Tears where streaming down his face and he just seemed so lost and unsure of himself that all I could do was pull him into a hug. The hug was only a friend hug, something you would give to your brother or sister nothing more. He did continue to cry on my shoulder for the next few minutes until we where interrupted.