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“.. She’s about this tall, here’s a picture of her”
Bette watched from a distance as Tina spoke with one of the many police officers in the living room. She was still wearing her dress and shoes from the wrap party, her hair in complete disarray from the many times she ran a hand through the blonde locks. Her makeup was nearly gone, her cheeks instead streaked with smeared black mascara. Her eyes were puffy and red rimmed as she looked up at the officer with a desperation that broke Bette’s heart. She looked so helpless.
Bette herself could barely believe that things had unfolded they way they did, her eyes traveling around the home that should have been a safe haven as if she were in a dream. Two other police officers occupied the room as they spoke amongst themselves, another having just exited the house with an emotional Lucy in tow.
Bette felt sympathy towards the teenager, seeing firsthand how torn up she was about the situation. Not once did neither she nor Tina blame Lucy for what had occurred but that didn’t stop the 17-year old from repeatedly giving apologies. As much anger that flowed through Bette’s veins, she couldn’t find it in her to direct it towards Lucy. There was only one person who deserved Bette’s fury. Kevin.
Her thoughts went to Angie, wondering where she was, if she had eaten, if she was scared. Bette clutched the stuffed bunny in her hand, squeezing the poor thing tighter than she had intended. Her eyes filled with tears as she pictured sweet little Angie in her mind, knowing full well that the little girl never went anywhere without her bunny. Whenever she was, she would surely wonder about its whereabouts and there it was .. in Bette’s hand.
With a frustrated sigh, Bette brought the bunny up to her face in an effort to calm her growing rage. She could distantly hear Tina speaking with the officer and couldn’t help but feel as if the process was taking too long. Every second lost, was another second Kevin gained with Angie. He could be securing a hiding place, he could be leaving the state. He could be doing things Bette wouldn’t let herself imagine. The possibilities were gut-wrenchingly endless.