Lynn ran away when she was sixteen. I learned when Miri called me, asking if Lynn was there. She asked in a snarl. Confused I responded; “No, why would she be? She hasn’t been here for years…did something happen?”
“I don’t know…” snapped Miri, “but she’s gone!” and then hung up as if I had offended her.
The call had happened just before dinner on Friday. I told Alan, privately, and we kept it from our children, for we had no idea what came next.
The next day, I phoned Miri. Assumed she had calmed down and perhaps gotten some information, I put myself in the firing line.
The first piece of weird was that Miri had no idea when Lynn left. It was when she checked her room, late in the afternoon, that she found Lynn’s knapsack missing and some of her clothes.
Lynn could have left last night, in the middle of the night, in the morning…
Miri had been calling people who she thought were daughter’s friends, but everyone knew nothing.