I left the bakery. It was a long day with little customers. I took a bite of the croissant I had in my hand. I hoped Darcie would be glad. It always made her happy when I got home with a box full of her favorite pastries, which was often. Maybe she needed some food to cheer her up. I decided to pick up some of her favorite food from the little restaurant next to the bakery. After that I went back home. She still wasn't home yet. That was peculiar. I left work later than usual today so I expected her to be home. I grabbed my old little phone and called her. She didn't pick up. I sighed, annoyed. Where was she? I paced around our little living room. Was she hurt? Lost? My nerves climbed higher with every thought. I went and put the food in the fridge. I sat on the small couch we had and turned on the tv. It was playing some comedy romance, but I couldn't pay attention to it. My fingers automatically drummed on my leg. Finally, after 60 more minutes of torture, she walked through the door. I jumped up from the couch and ran towards her. "Where the HELL were you?!??" I demanded. She cringed. "I was...at Beth's house" I rolled my eyes, but didn't object to her obvious lie. "Why didn't you call me at Beth's house? Hm?" Her cringe deepened. "I forgot." "Maybe next time, DON'T FORGET! You gave me a heart attack." She nodded her head, but her face was bitter as if she was annoyed with me. "Your foods in the fridge." I called as I walked to my room. Where was my sister really? Why wouldn't she want to tell me? Something was up, that was for sure. Now that I thought about it, I wasn't really paying attention to her face, I was blinded my relief she was home. Did she have the same terrified mask as she did the other day?