Julietta / Julia
Guilt and concern had me tongue-tied, and I went into panic mode. How had I been so callous? How could I forget my son? Diego’s helpless face swam across my mind, and tears pooled in my eyes. I couldn’t keep the nasty thoughts at bay. What if anything untoward happened to him?
“Oh, I’m so sorry, Mr. Sylvester. I’ll try his number. No, I’ll go to his school and ask the guards there. I’m sure they’ll know his whereabouts.” I picked up my phone to call him, but Mr. Sylvester intervened.
“That’s enough. You can take your fake concern elsewhere. Do you think I haven’t tried his number?” He held out Diego’s phone. “He left it at home.”
I panicked more, holding onto my throbbing head. I would go crazy if I didn’t find him. “Oh, then I’m going to his school. We have to find hi
