Looking For Her

"Caroline, do you know where Moreau is? She hasn't been seen since earlier."

Barbara had prepared herself for a trip to the office. Her eyes darted all over the yard. The garage didn't show where Moreau's car was parked either. It was odd enough to simply pull a hard stomping step off the front porch. There was only one destination. She rushed up the steps. She had fought hard not to be affected, but the closing of Moreau's bedroom door sometimes seemed to release the hormones of suspicion. It really made Barbara harbor one definite conviction by immediately pressing the doorframe.

A silent empty room immediately greeted her face. There was no one. Barbara glared seriously with a sour expression on her face. Caroline followed behind and probably got a bit of the same reaction when she found no clues there.

"It looks like Miss Moreau is not at home, ma'am. She must have gone to practice."

Faintly, the corners of Barbara's lips twitched, almost even adding a sardonic twitch as s