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I made a note of it and reminded myself to have it checked if she appeared on any flights recently.
“She was depressed, I understand? She took medication for her depression. Maybe she thought it was too much?"
He nodded. "That's what I'm thinking. I keep hoping she will come home any day now and say she's sorry and just needed to blow off some steam. That's kind of what I'm hoping for."
"That makes sense. Would you say she could be suicidal, though?" I asked.
He exhaled and rubbed the sweat off his forehead. “I have never heard her mention anything about that, no. But you never know with people, right? They always say that the ones who do kill themselves are the ones who never talk about it, right? She could be. "
"Could we see the computer and the search for the plane tickets, please?" I asked.
He nodded and wiped his fingers.
"Yes, of course. Follow me."
Chapter4
Kyla heard the sound of crunching gravel and squealing tires and looked outside just in time to see her mother drive into her driveway.
Uh-oh. Now what?
She barely put her wine glass down before her mother burst through the door. Her hair was disheveled, and her clothes were rumpled with sweat as if she had been running for miles. There were tears in her eyes, and her voice trembled when she spoke.
"Kyla!" she shouted, desperation growing with every word. "Have you heard anything? Any news?"
Kyla was taken aback; she didn’t like to see such a panicked reaction from her mother. She wanted to calm her down—make her feel better.
"Not yet, Mom. I'm sure they're working on it, though," she said.
“Sure? That’s not enough!”
“Well, it’s all I got.”
Kyla had been worried all day and constantly looking at her phone to see if she had missed a call from the police or maybe even Rachel herself. It most certainly wasn't like Rachel not to keep them updated on where she was or what she was doing. It was very concerning, and now that the day was almost over, she was not feeling too great and had opened a bottle of wine to calm her nerves. Kyla loved her sister so deeply, and they had always been very close. This wasn't good, and they both knew it—both her and their mom.
Her mother's expression shifted from fear to anger as she looked at Kyla, almost like she blamed her for her sister's disappearance.
"We have to do something!" she said.
"What do you want me to do?" Kyla asked.
Her mom threw out her arms. "I don't know. Think of something!"
"I know the police have search parties out there, and John and I were part of one earlier today. We went through the entire area out by the Air Force base and the beach, the entire neighborhood where the car was found."
Her mother crept closer and pointed a finger at her. "He's done something. I just know it. I've never liked him. I'm telling ya'. I knew this would happen one day. I just knew it, but would she listen? Oh, no."
Kyla sighed. "That's what I keep telling the police. But when they don't have a body, it's hard for them to know if there has been an actual crime."
"Oh, don’t even say that, " her mother said and clasped her chest. "Don’t joke about such things. "
"Yeah, okay, but it’s the truth. She is a grown woman who could just have left her husband and children. It happens. "
"That's nonsense, " her mother hissed. "Rachel would never do that. "
"You're preaching to the choir."
"I don't like that the children are with him," she said. "What if he hurts them too?"
