“Has anyone seen her? Or even heard from her?” Bell asked, looking around at the crowd of people in the cafeteria.
With all the visitors, it was much more crowded than usual, and almost impossible to spot someone you were searching for.
Bell looked at each of the others sitting at the table. Both Nessa and Clara shook their heads.
“I haven’t,” Corrine said, sipping her coffee.
“Fiona talked with her,” Galen said, offering Ren another spoonful of food.
Ren smiled and opened his mouth happily. Galen smiled as he fed his son. Setting the spoon down and wiping the boy’s mouth, Galen looked back at Bell.
“She’ll be here,” he said softly.
Bell took a deep breath.
“The vigil is tonight,” she replied, looking back into the crowd. “She should be here already.”
She let out a sigh. Galen reached his hand out to her and gave a gentle squeeze.
“No one knows where she went,” Clara offered. “Maybe it was too far to get back in time?”
“Maybe…” Bell sighed.
