RESURRECTED by Morgan Rice Read Free Book Online

Polly, concern etched on their faces, too. This living room was crowded—way too crowded for Caitlin’s taste. She wanted everyone in it to just disappear, everything to just go back to how it was the day before. Scarlet’s sixteenth birthday, all of them sitting around the table, eating cake, laughing. Feeling as if all was perfect in the world, as if nothing would ever change.

    Caitlin thought back to the night before, to her midnight thoughts, to her wishing her world, her life, was more than just mere normal. Now she regretted it. She would give anything to have normal back again.
    It had been a whirlwind since she’d arrived home from her dreadful meeting with Aiden. After Scarlet had burst out the house, Caitlin had ran after her, chased her down the side streets. Caleb had recovered from his blow, and had caught up with her, and the two of them had run through their little village, like mad people, trying to catch their daughter.
    But it was no use. They were soon out of breath, Scarlet completely disappeared from view.
    She’d ran so fast, had leapt over an eight foot hedge in a single bound, without even slowing. Caleb had been amazed, although Caitlin had not: she knew what Scarlet was. She knew, even as she ran, that it was a futile effort, that Scarlet could run with lightning speed, leap over anything, and that within moments she would be completely lost, out of sight.
    She was. They ran back to the house, jumped into their car, and had sped through the streets, frantically searching. But Caitlin knew, even as Caleb blew stop signs, took each turn hard, that they didn’t stand a chance. They wouldn’t catch her. Scarlet, she knew, was long gone.
    After hours, finally, Caitlin had had enough, had insisted that they return home and call the police.
    Now here they were, hours later, at almost midnight. Scarlet hadn’t returned, and the police hadn’t been able to find her. Luckily, it was a small town, with nothing else going on, and they had sent out cars immediately to search for her, and were still searching. The rest of the force—three officers seated across from them, along with the three officers standing around—remained here, asking question after question.
    “Caitlin?”

    Caitlin snapped out of it. She turned and saw the face of the officer seated on the couch across from her. Ed Hardy. He was a good man, had a daughter Scarlet’s age, in her grade. He looked at her with sympathy and concern. She knew he felt her pain as a parent, and that he would do his best.
    “I know this is hard,” he said. “But we just have a few more questions. We really need to know everything if we’re going to find Scarlet.”
    Caitlin nodded back. She tried to focus.
    “I’m sorry,” she said. “What else do you need to know?”
    Officer Hardy cleared his throat, looking from Caitlin to Caleb, then back to her again. He seemed reluctant to proceed with his next question.
    “I hate to ask this, but were there any arguments between you and your daughter in recent days?”
    Caitlin looked back at him, puzzled.
    “Arguments?” she asked.
    “Any disagreements? Any fights? Any reason she would want to leave?” Then Caitlin realized: he was asking her if Scarlet ran away. He still didn’t understand.
    She shook her head vehemently.
    “There’s no reason she’d want to leave. We never argued. Ever. We love Scarlet and Scarlet loves us. She’s not the arguing type. She’s not a rebel. She wouldn’t run away. Don’t you understand? That’s not what this is about at all. Haven’t you heard anything we’ve been telling you?
    She’s sick! She needs help!”
    Officer Hardy looked at his fellow officers, who looked back skeptically.
    “I’m sorry to ask,” he continued. “But you must realize, we get calls like this all the time.
    Teenage kids run away. That’s what they do. They get mad at their parents. And in 99% of cases, they come back. Usually a few hours later. Sometimes a day or two. They