Ѫ Lorene Lovelace Ѫ

Lorene blinks, as she finds herself in a puddle of her own drool. She sits up, wiping at her face, and immediately grimaces. Sleeping face-first on a wooden table while sitting in a wooden chair happened to cause a lot of pain in a lot of places. She carefully massages at her neck while she checks her phone.

Still nothing.

She glances around. All of the lights and lamps are still on from the night before. Her parents’ bedroom is still empty.

The girl rubs at her temples, before taking a deep breath. There was no point in panicking. She just had to do what needed to be done. The cup of frozen yogurt she’d shared with her friends being her only dinner from the night before, she decides to cook some sort of breakfast for herself.

As she scrambles a few eggs thinned out by milk, she reflects on what she knows. Her father had mentioned he’d be contacting the debt collectors yesterday. While it was theoretically possible the event was related, it was unlikely that they would do something so obviously illegal as abduct them. The note her father had left had clearly been in his own handwriting as well, and written in an unrushed script. Perhaps more dangerous forces were at work, then.

Lorene’s eyes harden. Or, perhaps, there was an element of the supernatural.

>What will you do this morning?