The Perfect Match

Andrew

Andrew drove home not really heart broken, but confused. As he pulled into his driveway he saw his mom standing in the window. Her frail silhouette outlined in white by the curtains. He turned off the car and walked into his house throwing his keys on the nightstand by the door.
"Hey mom." He said coming up behind her and hugging her. She patted his hands and started shaking.
"Honey." She turned in his arms so they were face to face.
"What is it?" He looked at her questionably.
"Do you know who Lane Margtie is?"
"Um yeah?"
"Do you know where she is?"
"I saw her at the party last night I think last night."
"Okay. Her mom was looking for her."
"Oh, she's missing!?" Andrew froze.
"Not really, she just snuck out of the house, I'm sure she's fine." His mom batted a hand at him.
"Are you sure?"
"She's probably some messed up teen girl who wants to rebel against her mother is all."