The next day.
It was four o'clock in the afternoon.
The sky was overcast outside, and the air was uncomfortably humid.
"Lacey, I finally got through your phone. Where have you gone?" Alina sounded urgent.
"I was in a taxi, and was taken away last night. My phone was snatched when I tried to call you. Anyway, I'm on my way to the hospital. How is my mother?"
"She's gone!" Alina yelled.
"What?" Lacey's eyes widened in shock.
"Since you didn't return last night, I accompanied her all night. I went out to get porridge in the morning, and when I returned, she was gone! Lacey, hurry up and get here! I've already contacted the police!" Alina was so anxious that she was on the verge of tears.
Lacey's phone slid out of her hand when she heard the news.
"Sir, can you drive a little fa
