MARY’S POV
One week had passed since Emily left us with her boyfriend, and we still hadn't found her. The weight of our worry had robbed us of peaceful sleep, leaving us restless night after night. Even her younger brother began to ask where she was. What we were doing was for her benefit, but she misunderstood us because she didn’t have a clear understanding of what was going on. We couldn't answer her questions because we didn't want her to learn our secrets.
I couldn't blame Larkin if he was above the clouds in love with my daughter because, aside from her pleasant demeanor, she exuded an ethereal beauty that she was unaware of. Despite being simple, my daughter was stunningly beautiful, with a natural pinkish glow to her cheeks and her long, dark lashes accentuated with ruby lips.
