Lydia's  POV:

      I  saw the police take a look around.      I saw a body bag. No!

      I  looked closer and saw a finger.   The finger had rings on it.

      I knew then my mother was dead. My poor mom did not deserve this.

     "What happened?"

   "Your mother was murdered."

   I sobbed uncontrollably.

  I  ran out of the kitchen. I almost tripped over it.

   More evidence. It was a bloody handkerchief. Where had it come from anyway?

     I pointed it out to the police.

     The officers wore gloves as they stuffed the handkerchief into a bag marked evidence.

     I   saw them as they continued to examine our home.

   I knew I could not stay here with the murderer on the loose.

    Mom was dead, my father was missing, and my sister was indifferent.    I suppose grief does this to you.

     Little did I know the killer was closer than I suspected.

      I hoped my sister would be alright.

     I  was afraid. I went to a safe house.

    I knew it was probably a silly plan. I could not stay home. 

   I was not sure it was safe.

    I  sat on the bed in the new place.

    I noticed the walls were dull. Not a single decoration in sight.

   I added the poster the officer handed me.

  the story continues in Chapter 12

  til then,

bye-bye, little owlets!

  Summer out!