109. Please Wake Up Soon...

April's POV

I woke up the next morning, and the house was silent. I sniffed the air, and there was no smell of breakfast.

I got out of bed without any regard for sleeping Azura, and she was rudely startled and gave me an angry meow.

"I'm really sorry. You can sleep later."

She meowed angrily, gave a soft hiss, and climbed back on the bed, her feet in a loaf position and staring at me with judgy eyes.

I ignored her and headed downstairs. It was quiet, and the smell of breakfast didn't tinge the air. Susan was not home again, and the stove was ice cold. She hadn't cooked either.

I took a deep breath and looked around. This was the perfect time to look for Stacie's pictures. If they weren't in my father's room, they had to be in her.

Without a second to waste, I rushed upstairs to her room and crept to her door. It was possible that I was all wrong, and she was in her room taking the day off. I tiptoed to her door and placed my ear on the wood. I listened carefully but couldn't hear a