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"Could she have tried to hurt herself?"
"She's not suicidal if that's what you're asking."
"Okay. We’ll treat this as a missing person's case. We need you to come down to the station and give us all the information you have on your sister," the officer said. "We'll also need you to make a formal statement."
Kyla numbly agreed and hung up the phone. She felt like she was in a daze as she gathered her things and made her way to the police station. As she drove, her mind raced with thoughts of her sister. Where could she be? Was she hurt? Was she scared?
Kyla's world felt like it had crumbled around her. She couldn't believe this was happening. Her sister, missing? This couldn't be true. She had asked the officer for more details, but he didn't have any. They were still searching the area and investigating the situation.
Kyla felt tears streaming down her face. She couldn't even imagine what her mother would go through. She knew she had to call and tell her the news, but she didn't know how. How could she tell her that her daughter was missing?
Eventually, Kyla mustered up the strength to call her mother. She parked the car in front of the police station, about to walk in, then made the call. She could barely get the words out. Her mother was hysterical on the other end of the line. Kyla did her best to comfort her but felt just as lost as her mother. She hung up and walked into the station. She wondered why Rachel had put her as her emergency contact instead of her husband but then shook the thought.
Kyla stared at her fingers,then bit her nails nervously while looking around at the police station. She was sitting by the detective’s desk and had just been giving him all the information on her sister. Kyla had been there for what felt like an eternity, her mind spinning in a billion different directions as she wondered where her sister could have gone and why no one had seen her.
It felt like a bad dream, a nightmare.
Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the door, and it was flung open. A tall, flustered figure stood in the doorway, his face scrunched up with worry and anger as he looked around wildly.
John.
"What's going on here? Where is my wife?" he demanded.
Kyla got to her feet slowly, something strange blooming in her chest. There was something off about how he behaved; he seemed too agitated and anxious. From the start, she couldn't help but wonder if he was somehow involved in her sister's disappearance.
She wouldn’t put it past him.
John continued to bark out more questions, but the detective intervened before Kyla could say anything.
"Sir, we don't know where your wife is," he said calmly. "But we'll do our best to find her. Please take a seat, and we'll let you know if there are any updates."
John grudgingly obeyed, and Kyla returned to her seat, her gaze still locked on John, feeling oddly suspicious of him. Something told her that he knew more than he was willing to admit.
As Kyla sat there staring at John, she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over her. There was something in his eyes that made her skin crawl. She watched as he fidgeted in his seat and clenched his fists tightly, his jaw set in a hard line. Kyla couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong. She had known her sister and John's relationship had been rocky lately, but she never thought it would lead to something like this.
What did you do to her, you bastard?
The longer she stared at him, the more convinced she became that he was hiding something. She had never liked John and always thought he was too controlling and possessive of her sister. She was barely allowed to go out with her friends, let alone her sister. He was scared she might find someone else. And then he ended up being the one who had an affair, the fool—as if Rachel didn’t have enough to do with those three children that John never took care of. Rachel had chosen to forgive him, but it had been hard on their marriage. He was an idiot and not good enough for Rachel. She deserved way more.
Kyla had warned her when they first met—told her this would end badly. But her sister wouldn't listen. Of course not. Once she had told Kyla that she was pregnant for the first time, Kyla knew there was no way they'd ever get rid of him. He was family now. He and Kyla often argued at dinners at their mother’s, and she believed he was being rude to their mother as he showed her no respect. He always had that look in his eyes like he was guilty of something—like he had done something wrong and was only waiting for the world to find out who he really was. But this was different. There was an intensity in his gaze that she had never seen before, and it made her heart race with unease.
Suddenly, John stood up and strode over to Kyla, his face just inches from hers.
"What do you know?" he growled, his breath hot against her face. "What have you done with her?"
Kyla recoiled, her heart pounding in her chest.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered. "I want to ask you the same thing."
John's eyes narrowed, and he took a step closer, his hand clenching into a fist. "Don't lie to me," he hissed. "I know you've always hated me. I bet you're behind all of this. You probably convinced Rachel to leave me and run away, right?"
Kyla's eyes widened in disbelief and fear. Was he serious? How could he even think that?
"I would never do something like that!" she protested, stepping back. "I love my sister! I want her to come back just as much as you do!"
John sneered at her.
"Sure, you do," he said sarcastically. "You've always been jealous of our relationship. You've always wanted to tear us apart. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you always talk bad about me when I’m not there."
