In My Desperate Time

“What happened? Speak slowly.”
I quickly sit up on the bed out of surprise.
My heart is beating hard too.
“Today when I got home after work, I found out that mom's not home and there are blood stains on the floor. I can't contact mom
no matter how many times I called her, I have no other choice than contacting you. Frances is very resourceful, can you ask him
to find mom? I'm really worried about mom.”
I'm so nervous, but I still have to console Frank.
“It's fine, don't worry. Maybe mom just happened to go outside and she didn't hear her phone ringing? As for the blood stains on
the floor, she might have accidentally cut her hand when she's cutting some vegetables.”
These words can't even fool me, of course Frank doesn't believe it either.
“How could there be such coincidence in this world? Mom must be in trouble.”
Frank says that surely.
I feel something strange, why does he sound so resolute... Don't tell me that he's hiding something from me?
“Why are you so sure? Is there anything you haven't told me?”
I ask him with a deep voice.
Frank stays quiet for two seconds before saying, “I'm not so sure either, but I keep seeing the same woman these two days that
hangs around our house's door, and I think that's strange. Now when I think about it, does she have anything to do with mom
disappearing?”
Woman? Who is it?
Is it Whitney?
If there's really someone who wants to do something to my family, I can only think of Whitney.
She probably hates me so much that when I'm by Frances' side and she can't deal with me, she does it to my mom instead!

Saying that her mental illness recurs and she needs to recover are all lies! She's just looking for the opportunity to deal with my
family.
“Is she a young and beautiful woman?” I promptly ask him.
“Well yeah, she's beautiful, but she doesn't seem young... At least 30-40 years old.” Frank says.
30-40 years old?
Now I'm confused.
If that woman is really 30-40 years old, then it's definitely not Whitney.
But then, who else can it be?
I can't think of the answer in such a short time so I just say, “In that case, don't worry... I'll let Frances help us to get mom's
whereabouts, stay at home wait for my news.”
I hang up after saying that.
Frances has just finished his shower. With a towel around his waist, he walks towards me with a smile.
“Jane, tonight...”
He holds my waist as he speaks intimately in my ears.
Of course I know what he's going to say, but I'm not in the mood for that.
“Frances, my mom is gone.” I turn my head to look at him as I say that.
Women's instincts are very accurate. I’ve been feeling so restless and worried about mom since Frank’s call. “What happened?”
Frances frowns, then his face turns serious.
I tell him everything from beginning to the end. He holds my hand and speaks softly, “Don't be scared, I'm here.”
He gets up, takes his phone on the beside, and calls someone.
“Jane’s mom disappeared at the old house this evening, investigate what happened and give me the answer in 30 minutes.”

After calling, Frances sits back down and consoles me my.
“Don't worry, nothing will happen... Maybe your mom just happened to go outside.”
I just used those words to console Frank just now, of course it's not working for me.
“Frances, what to do? I feel so restless.” I look at him so helplessly.