(Author's Note: I moved the family to a new house in a new neighborhood due to the lag in Bridgeport, but there was to much going on in the story to justify a move. For details, see previous post entitled "Changing Cities".)
By the time the third day without Belle went by, Emory was nearly insane. She stayed holed up in she and Thomas’ bedroom nearly 24/7, cursing under her breath and crying.
By the time the third day without Belle went by, Emory was nearly insane. She stayed holed up in she and Thomas’ bedroom nearly 24/7, cursing under her breath and crying.
All she did was sleep. She hardly ate anything. Every once in a while Thomas would bring Victoria in so Emory could talk with her. Victoria was getting very big, almost big enough to start attending school.
Emory never talked to anyone. She felt so helpless, and could ‘t help but fret that it was her fault that Belle ran away again. Maybe, just maybe she had been too hard on her.
But look at where it had gotten her. 
The day Belle had run away, Emory had searched her room. She found a short note scribbled in Belle’s hand:
“I’ve got to figure out what’s wrong with me. I’m sorry.”
One day, Emory was lying on her bed as usual. She heard the front door open. She thought it was odd, since she hadn’t heard Thomas leave yet today. The next thing she heard was a dinner plate hitting the floor and shattering.
“Emory!” she head Thomas yell. “Emory, come quick!”
She ran towards the direction of the yelling and stopped short when she saw. Her heart rose up into her throat. There, standing right in the living room… was Belle.
She ran to hug her, but when Belle turned to face her, Emory let out a yelp. Belle’s eyes were glistening with tears, but that didn’t hide the fact that they were now glowing. Emory had grabbed her arms to hug her and found them freezing to the touch. Letting go and taking a good look at her, she realized her skin was sickly pale and emitting a faint glow.
“N…no…” was all Emory could get out. Silent tears were still streaming down Belle’s cheeks. Emory couldn’t speak.
“Emory… I’m so sorry,” Belle whispered, tears flowing and voice shaking. Emory turned away, unable to even look at her. Belle silently turned and walked into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
Thomas approached Emory.
“Emory…”
She turned and walked away without another word. 
Once she was safely into the bedroom, she let the gut-wrenching sobs come.
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