Rose was hard pressed to find a good measure of sleep as she mulled over the details of Laura’s disappearance. Tossing this way and that, her body mirrored the struggle of her mind attempting to catch the answer zigzagging from her grasp. 

As the first of the sun’s rays peeked over the horizon, Rose ground her palms into her closed eyelids. She slapped her cheeks once, twice and fumbled to her dresser to pick up her brush. Running it through her long, raven locks was too much of a ...