A Vistor ~ Missing
*Vadoma found the address that her brother had given her last they spoke. It was in the same area of they’re home, if not the same home, from during the time dealing with Lincoln. She came up to the steps and gently tapped on the door.
She hated the sunlight more then ever. Since being shot by Mary Lincoln, she had become more sensitive to such things and it would give her a headache where the sliver had pierced her skull into her brain. She groaned from the light, even with her glasses on it pained her so.*