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Simone Sydney-Sebastian did not feel like a wealthy woman this chilly and rainy night. Even with body guard following three steps behind her and a limousine trialing fifty or so foot behind that, Simone felt bankrupt. She had been striped of one of the few true valuables life has to offer.
"My Sage," she murmured like a prayer, "my sweet child, come home. I promise you, I'll set this right."
She raced off to find the girl no more than fifteen minutes after putting Brooke in an ambulance. Leaving her injured daughter to the care of her husband, J. Granville, did not come easy but she was twenty years younger than her spouse and better able to search the heartless city streets for a frightened and running teenager.
Simone had no doubt that Sage would race toward Boston. It was the girl's favorite place and easily accessible by public transportation from their home. Many days, after school, Sage would travel to the city to see J. Granville at their company's central office in the Harbor Bostonian Hotel. The century old hotel was being refurbished by their company, Sebastian/America, to be the crowning centerpiece to their reign as the architectural firm of record in the east. Simone worried about the young girl taking buses and trains and cabs and such common transport but J. Granville informed her she was being overprotective.
"Let her have a sense of adventure!" He insisted.
Remembering the moment, Simone cried out to the still night air, "Just look where your indulgences in adventure has led us."
Her body guard stepped closer hear her grief, "Mrs. Sebastian, perhaps I should let Seamus take you to the suite and I could continue the search from here. I promise if I see anything at all, I can have you back with me in less than ten minutes."
Simone shook her head, refusing to look at the man, "My daughter is out here and I'm going to find her."
"Ma'am, you've been on your feet for twelve hours. Please, at least, ride in the car for a few blocks."
Simone brushed him away and continued forward stumbling slightly on the darkened street. She could not stop now. She needed to find Sage. She needed to bring her baby girl home.
The wind howled fiercely off the harbor. Every inch of pavement was lashed with freezing rain. Nobody stood in front of the Harbor Bostonian Hotel waiting for a ride during this brutal Nor'easter. The hotel guests were all sheltered warm and snug in the cavernous lobby while the bell staff hurried to call cabs or clear spaces for the valet drivers.
Sage shivered near the back of the ice covered dumpster along side the "7-2-7" market. Her clothes were wet through to her skin. She couldn't even feel her feet anymore in spite of the oversized winter boots from the Salvation Army. She knew it was far too wet and cold for anybody, regardless of all weather gear, to stay outside more than a few minutes without a warm respite. The only reason she climbed out of her warm, dry crawl space at the back end of the hotel was hunger. She hadn't eaten in the three days since the storm started. Usually, she'd be able to pick up a coffee and muffin or two from the bench in front of the hotel. Folks rushing for their cabs often left barely bitten pastries and almost full coffees behind in their rush to get where they were going. Sage was fast on her feet and managed to scoop most of the treats before the person even looked back. She's only been chased by the hotel security four times in seven months. She somehow managed to get away clean each time.
Sage was startled back to the moment with a flash of pink. A familiar face followed the cape flash. Sage had seen this man each morning for the last six weeks. He always had two muffins and an extra large hot chocolate while he waited for his cab. The funny thing was he never even sipped the drink never mind nibbled the muffins. Sage never questioned her luck about the absent minded anorexic. She just swooped in and took the forgotten remains when he climbed into his cab.
And, now, in the heart of a winter's gale he was making his way over to the bench with a larger than usual bag. Sage was up and moving even before a cab could be called. As soon as the man with the pink lined cape stood to go to his car, Sage grabbed his barely forgotten bag and raced off with it.
"Hey, your bag!" The bellman cried against the wind.
Sage doubled her steps on frozen feet to get back to her rabbit hole at the back end of the hotel. She barely heard the voice of the man with he pink lined cape and definitely could not comprehend his words as she rounded the corner of the building.
"No, leave her. I never eat that kind of food anyway."