“Ameelah?! Is she really here?!” a loud, booming voice demanded from the hallway.
Ameelah’s heart skipped a beat. She knew that voice anywhere. It was her older brother, Ethan. She looked at her Mom, with fear in her eyes. “Mom, was Ethan been so mad at me then and even now?”
Her Mom shook her head. “Of all the people who will be mad at you, definitely it is not your brother. You are his princess and little darling. He was greatly affected when you left. He even hired an investigator to search for you. He was more of sad and devastated when you left, rather than angry.”
Ameelah was able to breath with relief upon hearing what her Mom said. The tight knot of anxiety that had been twisting in her stomach for the past forty minutes finally began to loosen, even if only a little bit. She le
