"Cher!" Holly opened her car door and quickly got out, slamming it in worry.
The authorities were pulled up at her daughter's preschool.
"Where's my baby? What's going on?" She ran up to an officer who looked at her in complete worry.
"What was her name?" He asked her, ready to calm her if what he feared was about to happen.
"Cherrie. Cherrie Evangeline Scott." The officer's eyes began to tear up, he was taking this hard but there was no way he would take it the same way Holly was about to.
"Your child is missing." He stumbled upon the words and came out with that, the comfort he had ready completely vanished when his fear came true. "I-I'm sorry M-Ma'am."
"Oh, God, you can't have let her go." Holly covered her face with her hands. She didn't mind showing her tears, she was never one to get embarrassed, it was the fact that she didn't want to look at the crowd of preschoolers talking to the policemen and see that her baby wasn't there. And maybe if she hid, when she opened her eyes her child would be there. But she didn't want to check this fantasy, she knew it wasn't real, just hope. "Please, Officer, where is my baby?" She sobbed.
"I'll get you the station's grief counselor." He was going to pat her on the back, his hand wavered above her bent overhead, he retracted it, deciding not to pat her back.
Holly could hear his footsteps depart on the pavement, wet from last night's rain.
His voice was the distinct kind, it wasn't deep nor high, it was more unique. It gave Holly the impression of a drunk rat that had a cold, and she didn't like it, it was just something more to add onto his dull personality, and when you had those together it didn't sound good for his publicity; a ratty voice and a non-comforting, annoyingly strange vibe.
