Gaby’s POV
M wasn’t home yet. We had waited for her for a while but she didn’t show up. I couldn’t cook for the kids because I honestly need serious lessons when it comes to cooking. Mat volunteered to cook and Pete went to the kitchen to help him out while Little B and I sat in the living room watching Sophia the first cartoons. I thought I would be bored but they were a little funny, especially that squirrel of hers. M unlocked the main door and stepped inside, removing her shoes and slipping her feet into the sleepers by the door. “Hey M! How is everything?” I asked looking at her. Her face looked drained of color. She plumped down on the two-seater couch and sighed deeply. “You look like you have just seen a ghost! Where did you go to?” I asked again, my voice clearly lased with conce
