I stood in front of my mom, frozen. I tried to speak, but the words wouldn't form.
" W-we were o-outside. S-S-She w-was drawi-ing with c-c-c-chalk. I w-went inside a-and w-w-when I came back s-she w-was g-g-gone! My baby! " cried Mom, then collapsed onto the table, a mess of tears and her usual makeup.
" Thank you Officer Griffiths, we really appreciate it. " said my Dad solemnly, who put down the phone, then turned to my mom. " They have patrols everywhere. ". That only made my mom cry harder. " Emmy, go tell Aunt Emmaline. ". I nodded, then ran back to the garage and got on my bike. Aunt Emmaline is Dad's sister, and my favorite relative, especially since I was named after her. She's the kind of person who understands everything. I parked my bike in front of her cute little house, and rang the doorbell, out of breath. She answered on the first ring.
" Emmy! " she smiled, but as soon as she saw my face she knew something was wrong.
" Maysie is... missing. " I said
" Put your bike in the back of my car, Emmy. " she announced, with an expression of the likes I'd never seen before. " I'm coming back to your house. ". The rest of the evening was a blur. A silent, uncomfortable dinner fit in between the trip to the police station, asking questions of the neighbors, the putting up posters, and the endless phone calls. As I laid down in bed I mumbled, "Hey, guess what Mom! I had my first kiss! ".
