Genevieve:
"Genevieve! There you are," Monique rushed in abruptly, diverting my attention from my father to her.
"What is going on?" I was a little irritated because my father and I hadn’t spent time alone together in so long without any interruptions. I had so many questions for him and needed to understand why he stopped caring for his people.
"Mrs. Browning is missing," the moment she said that, I felt like I was hearing a joke.
"What do you mean she is missing?" I asked her, my brows furrowing. She looked genuinely anxious, and it started to raise my concern.
“She went out in the morning to gather some berries and hasn’t returned until now,” she said anxiously, rubbing her palms together while my father pushed the tray away and slid further under his blanket, indicating he no long
