Chapter 28

We got home in record time. I don't know why but I half expected George to be there. In the living room in the couch, waiting and grinning. Or in the guest bedroom, telling me he had to run or something because he forgot something. Impossible scenarios, I know. "Maybe he's at home?" my mom asked.

"Maybe, but how would he get there without his car? He has a full tank, not to mention it never gave any problems," I explained.

"He could have walked," my dad suggested. I shook my head, "No, not without telling someone,"

"Okay. You said someone left a note," my mom said. I reached into my pocket, the paper was starting to wear, I'd at least opened it at a hundred times since I got it. I handed it to her, and she examined it.

"The beginning?" My mom asked confused.

"What does that mean?" My dad scowled at me. "I don't know. If I knew than I wouldn't have called you guys now, would I?" I crossed my arms.