ASHTON
I tear my eyes away from my phone, as difficult as that feels, to beam at my sister, Adriana, who's galloping on a horse. Keith is somewhere at the back of the house, chopping firewood. His lovely parents went out of town to purchase some necessary items for the animals on the farm.
[She's not at her aunt's place or Anna's] One of our men messages me.
I feel a ball of unease unfurl in my belly. Where else could Demi be? Was she at a motel? She's been unreachable since she left the mansion two nights ago. She won't even return my calls and texts.
I've been so worried especially as the online trolling and bullying keep intensifying. I think it was even covered somewhere on the news that she got pelted with raw eggs in public.
"Where in God's name are you, Demi?" I mumble before letting out a short breath.