It was a quiet day a little to quiet as Ivory woke up expected to hear noise like everyday.
Ivory was not bothered by the silence
However she got out of bed and took the voilin that has been carried by her family generation that told many stories of her grandmother and Ivory wanted to be just like her to be seen as confident and passionate.
she went down stairs carefully not to scratch the paint off the violin that cared the colors of her grandmother that dies from heart cancer at the age of
70 years old....
she went down stairs only to find that they weren't around... the brothers weren't around.....
Ivory found that it is strange and find the fact that they all weren't here as she check their rooms and everywhere at the house of lamentation.
until she glanced on the dinner table at a note still holding the violin in her arms.
The note said as Ivory quickly galance at it she realize something is off about this note.
They usually tell her were there going well sometimes and only some of them...
she ran to her room and slept for a while until there home not even going to eat breakfast.
Ivory thought it was only her imagination's because she has a wild imagination were you couldn't tell if it was reailty or not...
Ivory woke up 12:00 pm
and then rushed down stairs to check if their home suddenly she found a familar face but still felt werid about them leaving in the morning...