Phillip's Disappearance In The Spencer Home

Since Phillip’s absence a noticeable hush seemed to have taken up residency in the Spencer home and it beset itself upon the home’s inhabitants like a stubborn sore that refused to heal. Over the course of the two weeks that had come and gone since the boy’s disappearance the only ruckus of commotion which had been bestowed upon the normally busy household had come from the non-stop harassment of those in the media wanting to talk about Phillip, and the latest sudden quietness from them suggested that even they had quelled a bit recently. It hadn’t gone unnoticed by Krista that the typical din of rambunctiousness and chaos in which the Spencer house was in generally accustomed to had still not returned and seemed never would. News of progress
An overbearing emptiness had settled in upon her and it filled her every moment with utter sadness and depression causing her to become despondent. Distant. She knew that the disappearance of her son was also having an physical affect on her as well, aches and pains now developing throughout her body as well as mood swings. It was as if the loss of Phillip had removed a large part of what was her, who she was, and replaced it with only a void of
Krista complied without saying anything in return, but when she noticed Russell loading up on what was left in the bowl, she instantly said, “Save some for your brother—” but then stopped herself short remembering that Phillip wouldn’t be there to have dinner with them. He hadn’t stayed after school or was late coming home after hanging out with friends. There was no simple account for why he was there with them at the table. In fact was, he may never be coming home again. Krista than began to cry again as if that were even possible after all the tears she had already shed. She’d been crying so much over the past two weeks that it seemed unimaginable she could still produce