Thirty three: Mom

Melissa clutched to her husband like bread and peanut butter. She wept on his chest, and he kept patting her. I glanced at the wall clock, and seeing it was almost twelve in the midnight, I fretted. Roy wasn't back, as well, the police hadn't given us any information about Lisa. 

This was scary. 

I walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water. Water was what could reduce the knot in my stomach. Getting there, I spotted mom standing by the sink. She looked like a startle as she stared out the window. 

"Mom?" I tapped her from behind, and she flinched. 

"Oh. Honey." She wiped her tears, inhaled hard. Turning to me, she swallowed. "Has that guy called you? Did he find her?"

"No." I shook my head. "He said he should be able to find her, but I kind of have doubts about that."

She walked to the counter, and sat on one of the high stools besid