I'm back for the weekend with a new story!
It had been two days since P.T. had been taken away, and no one had seen Lettie since. Anne couldn't even begin to imagine what she must be going through. The man who had given her a chance at freedom, family, and love had been taken away from her. Anne would probably feel the same way if Phillip was ever taken away. Multiple times everyone had tried to get her to talk to them, but whenever someone knocked on the door of her room, there was no answer, and Anne was beginning to worry about her. She hadn't eaten or slept since P.T. was taken. Anne decided to try again to get Lettie to talk to her. She walked up to her door and knocked. There was no answer. "Lettie?" Anne asked. "Are you in there?" This time, there was actually a reply. "No." Lettie's voice was muffled through the door, but Anne could still tell that her voice sounded choked and emotional. "Please, Lettie, I've been worried about you, we all have. Let me in so i can talk to you." There was a long pause. Finally Lettie responded "Is there anyone else with you?" "No." Anne said. There were some sounds, then the door opened. Anne instantly welled up. Lettie's dress was wrinkled, and tears stained her face. The sight of her friend in such a state made Anne emotional. She wrapped her arms around Lettie. When she finally let go, Lettie shut the door behind them. "So what is this about?" she asked. Anne took a deep breath. "We've been worried about you. You haven't been eating." Lettie sighed. "There's nothing too be worried about, and also nothing to say. P.T.'s gone, and there's nothing we can do about it, end of discussion." fresh tears began streaming down Lettie's face. "That's not the end of the discussion. We're going to save P.T. eventually, and-" Lettie cut her off. "Don't you have something more important to do?" Anne sighed in defeat. "Fine. I'll just go." Before Lettie could stop her, not that she would, Anne walked out of her room.