False Hope

Officer Spence looks up from his notes. “When did she leave?”

I look at my watch. “Maybe an hour ago.” Exactly two hours and forty-three minutes.

Spence makes a note. “What was she wearing?”

I frown. “Jeans and a t-shirt.” I close my eyes. “A yellow t-shirt”

She was wearing a dress with bright poppies that danced when she walked.

“What about her hair?”

I stare up at the ceiling. “Um, short, dark, spiky.” Long, red, curly. It smelled like lavender and felt like silk.

Spence puts down his pen. “We’ll find her.”

I nod. “Thanks.” I won’t let you.