Revelation

At about 8 a.m. in the morning, Jack comes home from the office to take a shower, have breakfast,

and then head back to the office. Maybe, if he has the mental strength, he could carry out a quick

but thorough conjugal visit. The moment he opens the door, he meets Isabella knocked out cold on

the couch. She had a horrible night trying to sleep without her sister at home, in bed with her.

Natasha obviously had to sleep with her in the living room because little Isabella didn't want to see

the ghosts in her room, and, likewise, Natasha didn't want Isabella snooping around her room and

accidentally finding the ghosts in her bedside drawer-the particular ghosts she helps herself with

when Dad isn't around.

"Nala!" her mom yells. "Didn't I tell you to always come home early so you're not late to school?"

At first, Jack doesn't comprehend the statement. He's too tired and worn out to grasp what Natasha

is talking about.

"Nala?" her mom yells again, and Isabella wakes up and runs instinctively to her room to get ready

for school.

"Isn't she at home?" Jack yells back just loudly enough for his wife to hear from the kitchen.

"What do you mean? She went to see you last night. Said she'd stay over."

There is a minute-long pause. No words from both parents, as they both try to recall the previous

day. Was this a joke? Was it? In an instant, Natasha appears in the living room, hoping to see Nala

beside her husband, holding a deep laugh, as if it was all a prank.

At that moment, when she sees the dumbfounded look in her husband's eyes, she realizes that it

was no joke. NALA IS MISSING.

No relatives close by, no friends either. If Nala was not at home, you could only assume the worst.

Through the window, you could suddenly see a car speedily pull up in front of their house. What

seemed to be one car turned out to be three, and one of the men in the first car rushed straight to

the door. Before he could knock, Natasha sped past her husband and bolted the door open. She

didn't care much for understanding what was going on. The first words that came out of her mouth

were, "Where is my Nala?"-expecting them to automatically know who she was looking for and

where to find her.

"Excuse me, ma'am, my name is Detective Kerbert. If you don't mind, my colleague, Detective

Sarah, and I would like to ask you some questions."

This was followed by a loud, "DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME? I SAID, WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER!!!"

Immediately, Jack runs in between to calm his wife.

"Hey, I'm Jack Snider. This is my wife, Natasha Snider. I'm sorry for the way she reacted. My

daughter is missing. You can come in to ask some questions, but right now, I need you to help me

out. Should I call the cops first?"

"Uhh, no, sir," Kerbert replies. "Actually, we're here to ask your daughter some questions. There's

been an accident, and we believe your daughter might have some relevant information. But you said

she's missing?"

"Yeah..." Jack replies. "She hasn't been home yet, and my wife told me she went to see me at my office last night. I work over at Macwilner Insurance just around the block. She usually comes over

to spend the night with me when I work through the night."

"So you last saw her last night?" Detective Sarah says.

"Ugh, yeah."

Natasha, still frozen behind her husband, manages to make out a few words. "She left at about 7 to

8 last night."

At this point, Sarah and Kerbert look at each other and then forward again.

"Umm, sir, I think we need to talk."

"Alright, that's fine. Come in, please."

The two parents sit on the couch while the detectives both stand in front of them.