Dylan Meyers didn’t know his daughter was missing. He left for work before she usually got up in the mornings. And now, at 5:45 pm, he had arrived to an empty house. He figured she was at a friend’s house doing homework.
He walked past the living room into the kitchen to get a beer. He noticed the blinking light on the answering machine, so he went to the phone. He pushed the play button and listened as someone from the school said that Noli had been absent today and for her parent to please call back.
Dylan sat down hard on the chair. He was furious about Noli skipping classes. They had talked about it last year when it got to be a bad habit. She had promised she was done ditching. She was going to be grounded for a long time when she got home.
He got a beer from the refrigerator and pulled out a frozen dinner. He ate in silence. He couldn’t get over how mad he was at Noli. He grabbed another beer and took it to the living room, turning on the t.v. to watch a game. He finished his beer and laid his head back against the couch cushion and closed his eyes.
He woke with a start, not meaning to fall asleep. He glanced at the digital clock on the cable box. It was 8:30 pm. He went through the house looking for Noli. He checked her room. The blankets on her bed had been messed up, though she rarely...