Missing?

It's been several days and Norman hasn't returned. Stella is nearly out-of-her-mind and for once, I am concerned as well. I had expected a final showdown between them, once the letter was published in the papers. Stella had wanted that; some reaction to stir emotions and a declaration of...love. We both knew he was incapable of love now, it wasn't always so. Instead, he read the paper, without expression, not even an eyebrow moved. A quick glance to Stella, as I needed to see her face as well, and her expression was of wonder and anticipation; like a child waiting for some amazing discovery to unfold. Hearing the paper being folded, I shot my gaze back to Norman, I am not sure what I expected, but he looked straight at me, avoiding Stella's gaze and while laying the paper down said, I need you two to stay here, do not go out, unless its for food. I will be gone for a few days. Be ready to leave when I get back, we are finished here. With that, he put on his coat and hat and left. Neither Stella or I moved, for what seemed like an eternity, just starring at empty air and that closed door. As if coming back to my senses, I turn and move towards Stella, her face is dark and her head slowly droops; turning her back on me, she moves her hands to the back of one of the ladder back chairs. I stop and my arm moves up, so I can put my hand on her shoulder. As if she could feel my hand coming towards her, she recoils, arching her back,leaning forward over the chair, with a death grip squeezing her nails into the hard wood...I could hear the splintering and groaning of the chair as it received the anguish from my brokenhearted sister. I drop my arm and just stand in the silence, my head also bowed and realizing the great danger here, one which even I will not be able to control, let alone tame the beast coming to life in the body before me. Stella will never forgive Norman now.