Sammy drove to Manolo’s house like a raging bull. Glancing at Olga’s phone made his blood boil both in anger and anxiety, not knowing what might result from his immediate reaction to his daughter’s disappearance.
“Manolo! Come out here this instance! Where is my daughter?!”
He kicked the bamboo gate that was knotted inside as its lock. The bulb on the post of the gate nearly breaks because of the impact. While yelling, he scanned the garden for any suspicious signs of struggle, even droplets of blood under the gloomy lights of fluorescent lights in some parts of the garden.
“Manolo!”
The light on the porch switched on and bamboo door of the house creaked open.
***
Lowella inhaled positive vibes despite being pissed off with whoever was making a scene at their gate. She had just finis
