Chapter 3 (unfinnished)

 

Delilah ran downstairs in her pajamas, where was her mother? She searched for a note or some other indication to her location. She found nothing. She slid into each room, frantic. Where was she? She would never leave without at least telling her in advance, Nancy Adams was one of the most overprotective parents in the world. She would call with no other purpose other then to check in, and to make sure everything was ok. A person such as that doesn’t just simply take off, or do they? Not again she thought to herself. Delilah sprinted back upstairs in a panic, and tore through her mother’s door, only to find what confirmed her worst suspicion. The drawers all turned out, a few remaining articles of clothing draped over their edges. Delilah walked in quickly, but carefully. If her suspicions were correct, she would want to leave the last memory of her mother completely untouched. She was gone, there was no other explanation. She left, just like her father had seven years ago. What was she to do now? Parentless, and on her own. No job, no income, no way of supporting herself