I wake up to my phone ringing on my chest. Without even checking the caller ID, I answer it.

"Have you found her?" A shaky voice asks from the other side of the line.

I immediately sit up in bed, yesterday's events playing through my head. "N-no mom, I haven't found her yet." I mumble, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

"Alright, sweetie. We're currently at the police station and Scarlett is talking with her team to make an official press release."

I jump up, all the tiredness evaporating from my body. "What do you mean a press statement?" I mumble confused while getting out of bed.

"I know you wanted to keep her out of the spotlight a little longer sweetie, but the world knowing of her existence could increase our odds massively." My mother explains calmly.

I sigh deeply, putting the coat Dylan let me wear yesterday before trying my shoes. When I bend down, something sharp sticks against my elbow. I ignore it, wanting to continue my search for my daughter as soon as possible.

But when it hits my skin again while opening the front door, I decide to take a look. "As if today couldn't get any worse." I mumble in frustration to myself, earning me a confused reaction from my mother. I wave her off as I open the coat.

It's one of those with a lot of pockets, which I usually enjoy, but not in a time like this. After checking the third pocket, I find whatever is trying to stab me.

I take it out of the coat carefully, my jaw dropping when I see what it is.

A green pencil.

"Mom I have to go." I state through the phone, not giving her any chance to respond.

I run down the hall, emotions getting the best of me. A combination of relief, anger and shock drowning out any other thoughts.

The pencil is the same brand as the pencil case I bought her. This is the pencil she used to draw my eyes with, the same pencil I gave to Scarlett to leave a note to Mia.

It takes everything in me not to collapse while memories are overtaking my mind.

A bitter-sweet feeling.

I haven't noticed that a man walked up to me, until he taps my shoulder. I wipe my eyes, doing my best to compose myself before looking at him.

He looks vaguely familiar, but what would you expect after spending so much time in a small town.

"Elizabeth Olsen?" He questions curiously.

I shake my head, continuing my way. He catches up with me, tapping my shoulder again. "Look I'm sorry, I'm really not in the mood for pictures or autographs or whatever." I mumble, not giving him a second look.

It isn't until a few seconds later that I stop dead in my tracks. The words he shouts at me are replaying in my mind over and over again as I turn around.

"I know where she is."

I hear the lock of the front door turning, but decide to ignore it, focusing my gaze on the movie in front of me.

"Hey kiddo, how was your day?" The person who just stepped into the house asked me. I shrug my shoulders, not sure how it's been.

"This movie again huh?" He asks me curiously as he sits down on the floor next to me. I've been watching this movie nonstop, I have barely eaten and I haven't slept at all.

I turn to look at Dylan who is already looking at me with a soft smile. "I'm sorry Casey. I really am." He says softly.

I slowly nod my head, fighting back the tears as I turn to watch the movie again, but the same words keep replaying in my mind over and over again.

She doesn't want me.

He wraps an arm around my shoulder but it doesn't feel like it used to do. Nothing feels like it felt before anymore.

"I reached out to her, she uhm... She said she needed some rest." Dylan says softly, sighing deeply while looking at his lap.

She needs rest... From me?

I look up at him with tears streaming down my cheek, my lip quivering in an attempt to stop the sobs.

"But I have some news that might cheer you up." He states with a forced smile, taking out two pieces of paper from his jacket. I read over it but the tears make it nearly impossible to get what it says.

Thankfully, Dylan seems to understand. "They are plane tickets. To Tunisia."

I furrow my eyebrows, looking at him in confusion. He chuckles softly. "It's a really pretty country and I thought we could go there. Just the two of us. How does that sound?"

I shrug in response. I suppose Tunisia is a funny name.

He lays his finger under my chin, making me look up from my lap to meet his eyes. "I know you're sad, but I promise I'll take care of you. Tunisia is a lot of fun. Please go with me?" He pleads.

I think for a moment. I want to go back to mommy, but she doesn't want me. I don't want to make her unhappy so maybe this is a good thing.

I don't know where Tunisia, but if I go there she will have the rest she desires. Time away from me.

I nod slowly, making Dylan jump up in excitement. "Good because the bags are already packed and the cab could arrive any minute." He grins, reaching out his hand.

I take it so he can lift me off the ground. I can't help but become excited as well, slowly matching his smile. Just as he said, a cab arrives minutes later.

I like that about Dylan. He has always told me the truth, I know that he would never lie to me because all this time he has been the only one honest with me.

I look outside of the car window as the town moves in front of my eyes, a few memories replaying in my mind.

"I call her mommy because she takes care of me and makes me feel safe. No matter what happens, I know she'll be there for me."

I guess Lizzie isn't my mommy anymore.