Facing Reality

Cara leaned out her window looking all around. But it was as if Mrs. Davies had simply vanished into thin air! Her mind was spinning. People don't just disappear into thin air! Especially, elderly ladies recovering from a broken hip that had just fallen out of a second story bedroom window! Cara decided to get a closer look. Perhaps the old neighbor was in the brushes. That had to be it. She ran out of her room and down the upstairs hallway. She made quick work of the stairs, taking two or more at a time. As she reached the front door and snatched it open, she ran straight through. Once outside she barely made contact with the front porch or the front steps as she ran. She didn't stop until she rounded the corner to the side yard and stood panting under her bedroom window. She paused only a second before she dove into the hedges. She pushed through every scratchy bush. She saw the cuts on her arms that formed as she searched one and then another bush. She searched frantically. But Mrs.