Page 84 of When the Snowman Whispered
Silence and cracking snow met my ears. There was no one out there, not even those damn ice sculptures. Her and this Remy had gone.
I stopped in the center of the room and doubled over. “No. No. No.”
Faith left. She’d disappeared.
If I believed the unbelievable, an ice man had come alive and taken her away.
If I considered knowledge and left all that hoodoo stuff alone, then she’d woken up, gone crazy, and climbed out of the window, naked.
Again.
If I’d been smart, I would’ve never left her alone in the first place.
“No. No. No.” I paced back and forth. “What the fuck?”
She’d just been in my goddamn arms, warm and soft. Moaning and slipping against me.
Why hadn’t I stayed in the bed!? It would’ve been okay, if I’d just stayed my ass in the bed and let the snow storm around us. But no. . .I had to be the good guy, go pack her things, and clean up her house.
Now Faith had disappeared and I had no idea where she’d gone.
My phone rang.
I checked the screen.
Addie Mae.
“Thank God!” I yelled into the phone. My heart pounded with each second.
Addie Mae didn’t even comment on my hysteria. “Where’s my baby?”
“I don’t know. She disappeared and there was this ice man. Okay. I don’t know about that. But she thinks an ice man or snowman. Something is alive and she thinks—”
“Where are you?”
“At her house. She was in the bedroom. I went downstairs to pack. I was going to take her to my house, but then I came back and she just disappeared, but the window is open. Last time it was open, she said that he came to her. I think he did. Or maybe he didn’t and she just left. I don’t know. I don’t fucking know.”
Addie Mae’s voice remained calm. “Daniel.”
I caught my breath. “Yes.”
“Calm down.”
“Okay.”
“Do you have your clothes on?” she asked.
“What?”
“Answer the question, sweetie.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Why did you think I didn’t have any clothes on?”
She ignored my question. “And my daughter was in her house and now she’s not?”
“Yes.”
