Missing Home

At once, the squad's phones all began to explode. Messages flooding their timelines. Lucia picked up her phone. Her fingers shaking as she touched the screen. Fans from all around the world tagged her in photos. Clips and news footage of her sister flooded her vision. Around her tables of strangers whispered in low tones. Their hollow voices bouncing off the walls. Lucia's tears dripped down her face but were quickly wiped away. Lucia took a deep breath, her hands steadied as she placed her phone on the table. The screen facing down. She motioned to a waiter, the well dressed man rushing to her side.

"A fork please." She said her voice steady.

With a flash he disappeared and returned with a clean fork. Lucia took the fork and continued to eat her dinner. Her friends uneasily took a bite of their food. Their dinners had gone cold.

Lucia walked out of the restaurant with grace. Smiling and waving at her fans. But reporters from all fields flocked the gates. Pushing fans out of the way.

"How do you feel about the disappearance of Luc Noceda?"

"How long did you know she was missing?"

"What can you tell us about.."

The questions droned on and on. Lucia looked away, not answering. She simply smiled at the camera before walking away. She slipped into the waiting taxi, her face trapped in a smile. Winona, Bri and Amelia slipped in after her. The car was silent as it drove down the snaking roads. The four athletes somber.