"Elizabeth is missing."
I felt a weight lift from my chest as I said the words. It didn't make me feel better, but I hadn't realized how desperately I needed to say those words aloud - to acknowledge what I was afraid of, and what I suspected.
"Missing?"
Daniel sounded confused, and I swallowed the uncomfortable lump in my throat and tried to give him some information so that he might actually be able to help.
"Yes; missing. We went out on Friday and..." I felt my stomach churn again before I forced myself to carry on, "...and she hasn't come back."
Daniel stood up and left me on the stairs.
He was pacing in the little space in front of the door, and I wasn't sure whether telling him about Elizabeth had been a massive mistake.
"What happened?"
I shrugged.
"If I knew that, I don't
