Olivia knocked on Dianna Wilmore's door while Holly was standing next to her, sobbing.
"Is that you Olivia?" asked Mrs. Wilmore from the other side of the door.
"Yes, it's me."
Mrs. Wilmore opened the door. "Hello Oliv-," she said with a shock when she saw Holly.
"Holly?" Mrs. Wilmore whispered in shock.
"Mom," Holly said in relief as she hugged her mother for the first time in years.
"Where's Christina?" Holly asked
"She's in her room, come in, come in," Dianna said motioning them to come in, while wiping several tears from her eyes.
"Christina," Dianna called. "You have a visitor."
"Can I get you anything?" Dianna asked Olivia and Holly.
"We have to leave soon Mrs. Wilmore. It's not safe for your daughter to be here." Olivia said.
"Christina, now honey," Dianna called. "Let me go see what's taking her so long," she said, walking up the stairs.
"Just like I remember," Holly said, whispering to herself. She ran her fingers over a family picture of herself as a child and Dianna and her husband, Ted who had passed away when Holly was only fourteen.
"Christina's not here," Dianna said worriedly.