I went home after the fundraiser and waited for the black BMW to pull into the driveway next door. It never did. All night and early morning I sat, watching, waiting. I had already made my mind up that I was going to rush over there and take her away from him no matter what I had to do. However, they never came home. I tried knocking on the door several times, but no one answered. I called the cell phone I gave Avery a hundred times, but she never picked up. And the number of voicemails I left is so innumerable that I lost track. I left messages with her father as well, but so far he hasn't called me back even though I specifically told him I had an urgent matter regarding Avery. I watched their house like a hawk until I had to leave for work, but I never saw any movement. No one came home, and no one left. Now I'm sitting at the hospital attempting to reign in my emotions as I stare down at a patient's chart with a blank expression. Avery never showed up to volunteer this morning. I have no idea what happened after the fundraiser, but the look in her eyes still haunts me.
