EsPOV
Early the next morning, there was a knock on our bedroom door.
"Come in." Carlisle said. Rosalie peeked her head in slowly. Her face had the same somber look that everyone seemed to be carrying.
"We were able to track their scents east." She informed us. "I know it doesn't really narrow it down, but they're probably somewhere in Canada."
"It's a start." I said. "We have to start somewhere."
"Thank you, Rose."
"The sooner we get her back, the better." Rosalie nodded. She turned and left, trying to hide the fact that she was becoming upset.
Carlisle grabbed his phone from the nightstand and started dialing.
"Tanya?" He asked. "Yes, it's Carlisle. Listen, we need your help, all of you. Sydney's been kidnapped."
He went through and explained the situation to her. I could hear her through the phone, she sounded just as devastated as the rest of us.
"We'll be over there as soon as we can." She said quickly. "We'll be leaving here shortly."
"Thank you, Tanya." I said into the speaker.
"We are more than willing to help our family." She said.
I didn't know what to do. I wanted to do something that would help us find Sydney, but I didn't know of anything that would. I had no idea where to start. It was so frustrating! I wanted to help but I didn't know how!
I got up from the bed and Carlisle let me go, sensing that I needed time alone. I walked through the house, and everything reminded me of her, of my little girl. We had so many pictures around the house of her and the other kids. There were things she had painted or drawn. I didn't want to go into my office because it was filled with things she had made or written or drawn. There was a scrapbook of pictures that she had taken with an old Polaroid camera.
I went up to her room and slid the door back. She hadn't made up her bed that morning. She still had her cell phone plugged into the charger. It was like her life had just been put on pause.
I sat on her bed and sighed. I picked up the dirty old plush elephant that she slept with everynight. She had named him George. I smelled the elephant and and he smelled just like Sydney. I turned around and looked out the window. I could see the other house from here.
The other house. Sampson's house. Of course! Why hadn't I thought to look there before? I nearly leaped off of the bed and out the window. I ran as fast as I could toward the house, putting me there in a matter of seconds. I slowly walked in through the front door and looked around carefully.
I looked through the livingroom and there was nothing. I went deeper into the house. I entered into an office and looked through the drawers. I opened one up and nearly fell back. I opened the drawer to see hundreds of pictures of Sydney throughout her life.
I knew each of these times. We had gone to the park. The many times we went to the mall. We took her bowling a few times also. They had been following us. There was a picture of Sydney as a baby, it had to be within the year she was born.
They had been stalking her like prey for her entire life. I was horrified. I closed the drawer quickly and ran back to the house.
"Carlisle!" I called frantically. "Carlisle!"
"Esme, what's going on? Where have you been?"
"The Carmichaels." I said. "They've been stalking us, Sydney, for her entire life. They have a drawer full of pictures and probably more information. I don't know. Carlisle, this has been being planned for a very long time."