"Do not ask me about that girl," Matilda said immediately. "Why are you here so early? Did something happen at work?"
"No, nothing happened at work. But something unpleasant was delivered to me." He handed her the document.
"Where is she?" he repeated.
Matilda unfolded the paper. Her scream shot through the hallway, sharp enough to make the chandelier tremble. Roland appeared instantly from the study.
"What is all this yelling for?" he demanded.
Matilda shoved the papers at him.
"Adrian," Roland muttered after skimming the first lines. "What did you do?"
"Stop making a ruckus," Adrian snapped. "I will fix it. Where is she?"
"I do not think she is home," Matilda said, brushing her hair over her shoulder.
Adrian did not wait for more excuses. He rushed down the hall and pushed open Star's bedroom door. The bed was made. The room looked exactly the same as always, neat and untouched. Too untouched. It looked like no one had lived there in days.
