Her heart sped as the phone rang. Picking it up, she realised with anticipation that it was the police.
“Hello?!” She asked frantically, playing nervously with her hair and tapping her foot anxiously on the floor.
“Sergeant Colbern of the Norfolk County Police,” The deep, emotionless voice spoke as the concerned Mother nodded impatiently. “Is this Carlie Faber of 3, Poethlyn Drive?”
“Yes!” The Mother, Carlie, exclaimed desperately waiting for the news.
“You’ll be pleased to know that we found a van that meets your description has been found 840 miles from you,” This both relieved and concerned Carlie as her brain brought up several questions. She began pacing around the room. Was Ana found there? Does it have anything to do with Ana? 840 miles seemed way too far to have travelled in just over a day. Or less! If no one was found, how long had it been abandoned?
“Do you know if that’s the one?” She asked, refraining herself from screaming, stopping to lean on the side and tapping her fingers uncontrollably on it.
“I’m not sure, we are having some professionals in to detect your daughter or anyone else’s DNA. However, I’m not sure it would be a good thing. The vehicle is crashed into a tree, the windscreen has been smashed through and there is blood on the glass.” Colbern’s words stressed Carlie to the fullest.
“Well, it can’t be! It was 840 miles away! It’s been just over a day!” Carlie told both herself and the sergeant exasperated.
“Well, ma’am, that would amount to 14 hours of driving at the average speed of 60 miles per hour. It isn’t that far out of the question.” The unaffected sergeant hushed in a matter of fact tone. This sentence alone made tears breach at the corners of Carlie’s eyes and her hands began to shake and her whole self sunk.
“Well, call me back if you find anything else. Thank you.” Finishing these words triggered a large saddened scream as she threw the house phone against the kitchen floor. She wiped her eyes shakily and went to pick up her mobile phone to tell the rest of the family. Within half an hour, Ana’s Grandfather, Carlie’s Father, called.
“But we don’t know! WE DON’T KNOW!!!” Carlie squealed in response to something her Dad had said. Isabelle walked in to this and frowned deeply. It was a hopeless feeling. Still her mind told her, as her Mother screamed across the phone, that there was still a lot of hope for them. She reminded herself that it had only been a little over a day. The fuss her Mother was making made her feel weak. Physically. So as she fell onto the floor in a daze, her Mother was ultimately reminded to keep herself controlled for her other child. That she still has and should appreciate all the more.
A small ambulance came quickly and laid Isabelle on the floor safely, trying to recover her consciousness. Carlie stared helplessly at her strong, happy, intelligent daughter laying on the floor lifelessly. Her world was falling apart bit by bit. And that this pace, by the end of the week, there would be nothing left of their family.