Cynthia Dion: 

"What? She can't. There's no way she would do that. Tell me, what did you do to her?" I began to shout at my father, my heart racing. There was no conceivable way she could have just left. She was still practically a child.

"Cynthia! Calm down," Atticus slammed his plate down and swiftly rose to approach me.

"You want me to calm down when my 15-year-old sister is missing?" I slapped Atticus's hand away, growling in frustration. When I had married Mr. ...