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It was a quiet night for Zoe but ever since her daughter’s disappearance, it felt like there was this dark cloud looming over her. All she wanted was for her daughter to be found. The little girl was her whole world, what was she supposed to do now? How was she supposed to carry on with her life? As the days passed, she found the police more and more hellbent on blaming her for Isabelle’s disappearance. Digging into her past, the few visits from social service, her stint at rehab and prison to prove she killed her daughter. That was the farthest thing from the world and it seemed like the young detective, Parker Davison, was the only one on her side and seemed to believe her. Hearing the doorbell ring, Zoe jumped up from her seat at the dinning room chair and rushed over to the door, hoping that it was news about Isabelle. Practically ripping the door open, Zoe’s eyes widened when she saw Parker standing in front of her. “Is she...?” she trailed off, too scared to actually say the word ‘dead’ out loud. “What’s going on? Why are you here?” She noticed that he had a more somber look on his face than a sad one. “Is everything okay, Parker?” x 

Isabelle was gone. Isabelle was gone and that was the only thing running through Zoe’s mind. Her daughter was the only thing in the world that mattered to her. Her only lifeline to this glum and depressing thing she called her life. Before Isabelle, Zoe was headed to a path where there was nothing for her but drugs, sex and eventually her death. The little girl saved her. Izzy was the reason she was still alive and fighting every day to make hers and Izzy’s life better. Now, all that was taken from her. The walk to her school wasn’t far. Zoe was running late and couldn’t drop her off to school and like most days, Izzy walked herself to school, promising her mother she would be okay. Isabelle was more of the adult than Zoe in some ways. They looked out for each other, but when she received a call from the school telling her that Isabelle wasn’t in class, she knew that something was wrong. “I don’t know what happened to her!” Zoe explained to the cops. “It was only a five minute walk to school. She never skips. I know my daughter. She’s missing,” she explained to the cops desperately. Then another stepped in, only he wasn’t wearing a uniform and looked like he had more rank. Beside him was a much younger man. “Ma’am, I’m going to need you to calm down. What was she wearing?” he asked. Zoe looked up at him with her tear stricken face. “She was wearing a blue dress with flower embroidery at the end. Her hair was up in pigtails and braids. Begged me to do it for her because there’s a boy at school she wanted to talk to,” Zoe explained before wiping her cheeks. “She also had on a yellow coat and a blue backpack. Please, please find my little girl.” x

It’d been almost a month now since Jade started feeling as if she were being watched. She would get strange phone calls. It was occasional but scary nonetheless as it was nothing but breathing on the other end of the line. Most of those phone calls were when she was alone in her apartment. It was as if the person on the other end of that line knew when she was alone; almost as if she was being watched. Because of it, Jade had found herself retreating from her friends, her social life nonexistent as she kept herself holed up in her apartment. She hadn’t told any of her friends this, deciding to keep all of it to herself to deal with as she didn’t want to seem paranoid so when her friends urged her to drink, Jade had no other choice but to agree. Nursing her drink in hand, Jade looked around nervously, wondering if her stalker was watching her before jumping when someone sat down beside her. “S-Sorry, someone’s sitting there,” she lied skittishly, giving the very attractive man a nervous smile before then pulling away. x

Haley felt like she was drowning. As much as she hated to admit it, but up until her son was born, Haley thought she had the perfect life. She had a career that she thrived off of, her and her husband enjoying a night out on the town whenever they wanted and both of them had discussed that they never wanted kids. Then he changed his mind and decided he now wanted them, only he decided not to tell her until the shock set in that she was pregnant. Haley loved her son more than anything in the world but he was not what she wanted in life. Things too a turn for the worse when her husband thought it would be a good idea to move closer to his family, citing her postpartum depression as the reason. If only he knew that it delved her deeper into a depression being ripped from the life she built and into isolation and being surrounded by no one but his family. “Hi,” Haley said softly when she saw Gabrielle enter her house. “Could you put Martin down for me?” she asked, her voice a little disconnected. “I’m just trying to finish some stuff.” x

Fixing her makeup and making sure that everything was perfect, Violet turned on her camera. With a glance to the side to make sure that her door was locked, the last thing she wanted was her mother walking in on her and seeing her doing all sorts of shit. Her mother was notorious for just coming into her apartment unannounced. Waiting for the website to load, Violet furrowed her brows when she saw a personal video request with msredroxy, causing her to look with annoyance. Nonetheless, she accepted the request and steeled herself, ready for the onslaught of abuse the other has for her. “What the fuck do you want?” she asked with narrowed eyes. Roxy was her biggest rival as the two of them dominated the website as top cam girl. “Are you here to beg me for a shoutout?” x

“On second thought, I think it should go over there,” Kara said and pointed towards the other side of the wall of her old room that was now going to be their son’s room. Kara sat and watched Oliver move the changing table for what seemed like the fifth time and of course, because Kara was pregnant, she wasn’t lifting or moving anything. Picking at her nails, she sighed and tried to imagine everything and how she wanted her son’s room to look like. Since there wasn’t really much space at her home and since Oliver had a free room, Kara was determined to turn her old room into her dream room for her son. “Okay, now we need to figure out where to move the crib.” x