Ch:1

I watched my mother across the room. She moved quickly, but at the same time slowly. That same sad look on her face. I knew the cause of the look. I had heard of this look before. Dad told me about that look, and so has Mom.

It was the look. The look that my mother always put on when her birthday rolled around.

My sister's birthday. The sister I have never met, or have yet to see a picture of. Apparently my mother asked Dad not to give too many details about her to me, because he's not caving either.

And it killed me to see my mother like this. She seemed so...lost.

I sat down at the kitchen counter, sipping on my bottle of water. My mother started stacking up books in her arms, obviously trying to stay busy on something other than thinking about Rachel.

Half of the stack of books fell over when she put them on the book shelf, and I hopped off the stool, walking over to her and picking some of the books up. Mom was sitting on the floor, rubbing her forehead.

I sighed, sitting across from her and putting some of the books back in their place. "You really need to take it slow, Mom."

"I can't take it slow. I need to do something to keep myself busy."

"You're going to kill yourself if you keep trying to find something to make yourself busy."

She started to get up. "Then I guess I'm dead."

I grabbed her by the arm, looking up at her with my own sad expression. "I know, okay? I know how much this day bothers you, and I know that keeping yourself busy is your way of dealing with it, but it's unhealthy. I really think you need to take it slower."

She hesitated, but sat back down in front of me. "I'm sorry. I keep forgetting that you're only ten. You act and seem so much more older than that."

I smiled at her, shrugging. "I've been taught well, I guess."

She laughed a little, pulling me in for a hug. "I love you, Beth."

I hugged her back, taking a deep breath. "I love you too, Mom."

When we pulled apart, I noticed she had a few tears running down her cheeks, so I stood up and pulled her up with me. "I think I'm going to go lay down for a while, okay? I have a headache. If you need anything, you know where to find me."

I nodded, giving her another quick hug and watching her sulk off to her bedroom while I sat down on the couch, sighing loudly.

I wish there was someway I could make all of this better for her.

The thought hit me almost instantly. Like a ton of bricks to the head. I shot up, running to my bedroom and plopping down on the bed. I flipped open my laptop, bringing up Google, and typing in Rachel's name.

I could make all of this better. It was a long shot, but I was going to find Rachel. Even if it was the last thing I did.

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