Mother Enters Daughter’s Room and Sees That Girl and All Her Stuff Have Disappeared – Story of the Day

Eliza awoke on a typical morning and went to her daughter's room. But as she stepped inside, emptiness greeted her. Her daughter was gone along with some of her things. As panic surged through her veins, she saw a note on the table that only made things worse.

Eliza, at 35, was a vibrant, hard-working woman whose life was a balancing act between her role as a nurse and as a single mother to her 15-year-old daughter, Amanda. But her job at the hospital took most of her attention, leaving Amanda to navigate her teenage years with a lot of freedom.

Her daughter had made several mistakes already, mainly due to her friends, and many times, Eliza wondered if it was her fault. She worried that her constant absence left Amanda without the guidance she needed.

Eliza had been called to the police station to pick up Amanda several times. Each incident was a reality check. But she had promised to try harder, starting with a hearty breakfast that morning.

Eliza walked towards Amanda's room and rapped gently on the door. "Mandy! Wake up, sweetheart!" No response. Puzzled, she opened the door and peered inside.

The room was empty. A sense of unease crept over Eliza. Her eyes scanned the room, landing on Amanda's desk. There lay a note. The words "I went to find my real mother!" were scrawled in Amanda's familiar handwriting.

"How did she know?" Eliza wondered, confused.

Fifteen years ago, Eliza was starting her career as a nurse in a maternity hospital, and she met a young woman who, just after giving birth, gave up her newborn.

Eliza was young, but with her then-boyfriend, they decided to step in and adopt the baby girl, giving her the name Amanda. Although her relationship with her boyfriend didn't last, Eliza continued to raise Amanda alone, loving her even more every day.

Sitting in Amanda's room, surrounded by the memories they had built together, she felt a deep sense of loss and fear. Regret settled in her heart. "I should have told her myself," Eliza whispered.

Startled by a sudden commotion outside, Eliza quickly rose from Amanda's bed and hurried to the window. Multiple police cars were parked outside her neighbor's house. Officers moved briskly, talking into their radios.

Eliza made her way outside and approached Jack, her neighbor, who looked visibly upset. "Hey Jack, what's going on? Are you alright?" she asked, worried.

"Hey, Eliza. Ugh... someone broke into my garage last night. They stole my Chevy," the neighbor responded.

Eliza's heart sank. "This... This is terrible," she managed to say, her voice faltering because she knew who was involved. Before she could excuse herself, a familiar figure approached. It was Officer Johnson, a policeman she met because of Amanda's past troubles.

"Good afternoon, Miss Greenwood," Officer Johnson said formally.

"Good afternoon, Officer Johnson." Her voice shook slightly.

Officer Johnson nodded. "I have to ask. May I speak to your daughter?"

"She's not here."

"Where is she?"

Eliza hesitated. "She... she's at a friend's house working on a school project."

Officer Johnson raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, of course. I talked to her just 10 minutes ago," Eliza responded quickly.

"Okay," Officer Johnson said, thoughtful. "I might need to speak with you later. Has your phone number changed recently?"

"No, it's still the same," Eliza answered.

"Alright then," Officer Johnson said before returning to Jack's house.

Without wasting another moment, Eliza hurried back inside, making a beeline for Amanda's room. She needed clues, any sign of where Amanda might have gone. Her gaze fell on the PC on the table; she knew that was the answer.

After searching through files, Eliza turned to the browser and checked the history, noticing her daughter was going into several social media pages. To her shock, they all landed on the same name: Emma.

"It's the young girl from then," Eliza realized. "Her last name was Lawrence." It was the woman who had given up Amanda for adoption 15 years ago. She dug further and discovered the address of the company where Emma worked.

A knock on the door distracted Eliza. Officer Johnson was there. "Miss Greenwood, I need to talk to you," he said firmly. She could only nod. "There's been an incident. Your neighbor's car was found abandoned on the highway. It crashed into a utility pole."

"Has the thief been caught?" Eliza asked, anxious.

"No, no one was in the car when we found it," Officer Johnson replied. "But witnesses reported seeing a group of teenagers flee from the scene. One of them matched your daughter's description. Can you call her and get her to come back here?"

"Yes, of course, I'll call her right now," Eliza nodded, stammering. "Let me just grab my phone from the kitchen."

In a desperate move, Eliza pretended to head into the kitchen and grab her phone. Instead of dialing, she swiftly opened the back door, stepped outside, and ran. She couldn't return for her own car, but she had another idea.

Her friend Lucy's house wasn't far, so Eliza got there and knocked desperately. When the door swung open, she exclaimed, "Lucy, please. Can I borrow your car for the day? It's really urgent. I promise I'll bring it back tonight."

Lucy was confused but agreed, giving her keys immediately. Eliza took off, thinking only about finding Amanda. Suddenly, her phone rang, and Officer Johnson's name flashed.

"Miss Greenwood, come back right now! We saw you taking your neighbor's car. I already informed my team. You won't get far!" the officer threatened.

Eliza's mind raced. She ended the call and glanced at the rearview mirror, half-expecting to see police cars in pursuit. The road behind her was empty, but she knew it wouldn't stay that way for long. She had to make a decision fast.

Pulling into the gas station, Eliza exited the car, glancing around. Her eyes fell on a truck driver. Walking up to him, she mustered up all her courage. "Excuse me, sir. Are you going into the city? Can I hitch a ride with you?"

The truck driver noticed the worry in her eyes and nodded. "Sure. I'm heading in that direction anyway."

Eliza thanked him and hopped in. The truck rumbled along the road, and she sat quietly. The city where Emma worked got closer, and with it, the answers to the many questions swirling in her mind.

Eliza arrived at the large office building and thanked the truck driver again. She scanned the area, and her eyes immediately found Amanda. Her daughter sat by the door, her shoulders shaking with sobs.

"Amanda!" Eliza called out, running to her.

"Mom...I'm so sorry," Amanda sobbed. "I shouldn't have come here."

Eliza knelt beside her, taking her in her arms. "No, I should be sorry," she said gently. "I should have told you everything much sooner."

Amanda wiped her tears, looking at Eliza. "Emma told me what happened 15 years ago. How you... how you took me in when my mother left me. That was so brave of you."

Eliza held Amanda close. "You've always been my daughter. That will never change," she whispered.

Amanda sniffled. "Emma said she couldn't take me in. She has her own family now."

Eliza nodded, understanding. "But we have each other. We always will."

After a long hug and more reassurances, Eliza pulled away slightly. "Amanda, we're in trouble. The police are looking for you, and I ran from them, too. If they find us, with your history, we may both be in trouble."

Amanda's eyes widened. "What are we going to do?"

Eliza took a deep breath. "We need to leave, start over. We can go to Mexico. I have friends there. They can help us."

"Mexico?"

"Yes, we have to hurry. We'll find a motel for the night. I'll call my friends and arrange everything for us to cross the border," Eliza said, her voice determined. Amanda nodded, wiping away her remaining tears.

Together, they walked away from the building and hurriedly flagged down the first taxi they saw. "Take us to the nearest motel," Eliza indicated as soon as they got in.

"Sure thing. There's one about 10 minutes from here," the taxi driver said.

After a short drive, the taxi slowed, pulling up in front of an old motel. Eliza paid the fare, offering the driver a grateful smile. She and Amanda stepped out, their eyes taking in the motel.

"This will have to do for now," Eliza said softly.

At the reception desk sat a young employee who appeared almost as weary as the motel. Eliza approached him. "We need a room for the night," she said.

"Can I see some ID and your credit card, please," the receptionist requested, bored.

Eliza hesitated momentarily, knowing credit cards could leave a trail for the police. She reached into her pocket, pulled out a $50 bill, and placed it on the desk. "Is it possible to skip the credit card?" she asked.

The receptionist eyed the bill and then glanced at Eliza. After contemplating, he nodded slowly and handed Eliza a key. They both went quickly to the rundown room. "It's just for one night," Eliza said, more to herself than to Amanda. Her daughter settled in a bed and fell asleep.

After ensuring Amanda was comfortably tucked into the motel bed, Eliza stepped away to call her friend, who could help them get into Mexico. A flickering blue and red light caught her eye as she was wrapping up the call. Panic surged through her. She ended the call abruptly and raced back into the room.

"Amanda, quickly! Wake up! The police are here!" Eliza cried out.

Amanda jolted awake.

"We need to leave now!" Eliza urged. "Come on, the fire escape!"

Together, they rushed to the fire escape, and once they reached the street, Amanda spotted an old car parked in the lot. "Mom, over here," she called.

Eliza watched in surprise as Amanda crouched by the car door, working to pick the lock. They got inside quickly, and her daughter started the engine as well.

Eliza quickly got into the passenger seat and drove off into the night. She kept glancing in the rearview mirror, her nerves on edge. At an intersection, a police car appeared behind them.

"It's okay, we're going, mom!" Amanda shouted, accelerating. But the car they had stolen was too old for risky maneuvers, and on a sharp turn, it skidded, barreling toward something solid.

Eliza felt a jolt, then a blinding pain. The last thing she heard was the sound of crunching metal and shattering glass. Then, everything went dark.

When Eliza opened her eyes, she saw white walls and heard the steady beep of machines. A hospital room. Turning her head, she noticed Officer Johnson standing beside her bed with a solemn expression. "Where's Amanda?" she managed to whisper.

The officer shifted uncomfortably. "I'm very sorry, Miss Greenwood," he started, his voice low and heavy with the weight of his words…

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