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Washington D.C. -November 1, 2009- Sunday
Feeling a small body wrapping around her own, Bette rolled over to see her daughter resting peacefully in the spot next to her. Smiling softly, she gently played with the defined curls that surrounded the angelic face.
Trying to not disturb Angie, she carefully sat up in the bed and stretched her sore muscles. Looking around the bedroom, she noticed that the blonde was not there.
Briefly looking over to the left side of her, she saw that the side was perfectly made; as if no one slept in it.
Confused, Bette got out of the bed and grabbed a robe that was swinging on the doorframe of the bathroom. Slipping on a pair of slippers, she gently opened the bedroom door and padded down into the kitchen.
Seeing the living room and kitchen completely empty, she walked back down the hallway towards Tina’s office.
Opening the door, she saw that Tina’s safe was opened. Walking in and looking around, she noticed some things have been disturbed.
Bending down to look inside the dark safe, she saw nothing. It was emptied.
Feeling something was wrong, but not wanting to completely panic, she got up from the floor and closed the office door. Walking back out towards the living room, she walked down the hallway towards the front door.
Opening up the front closet, she noticed that the shoes Tina wore last night weren’t there. Furrowing her brows, she walked back down the hallway to look at the chest where Tina would usually throw her car keys.
“Did she not come home last night?” she whispered to herself. “Where the hell did she go?”
Walking back into the master suite, she hurriedly unplugged her phone from her charger and left the bedroom.
Dialing the second speed dial, she put the phone up to her head to be automatically greeted.
“We’re sorry; you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service. If you feel you have reached this recording in error, please check the number and try your call again.”
“What the hell is going on?” Bette said to herself in the room, worried as she looked down at the phone in her hands.