Duncan
We returned to the house and headed up the stairs and down the hall. Cleo stared at the door a few long seconds before turning the handle and pushing it open. Chloe’s room was neat and tidy like Cleo’s. Everything was in it places. The only sign of disarray was the window had been left open a small crack. Cleo hurried over to it and closed it, snapping the lock in in place.
“She must’ve climbed out of the window to run off to the clearing,” Cleo said. “But nothing looks out of place.”
“Where should we start?” I asked.
“Check the drawers?” She asked with a shrug.
I started at the desk while Cleo took the dressers. She pulled out piles of clothes until each drawer was empty then checked the bottom of the drawer. I pulled out the desk drawers and found most of th
