"Wendy, where have you been?" Dad ask, seeking for an explanation with that perfect stoic face which Lucas inherited. But Dad's face is not the main problem, actually. It's Sandra's hopeful eyes looking at me like a lost puppy in need of love.
In this moment of my desperateness, Sandra's eyes are almost begging me to save her life. And it makes me even more tensed than I already feel. I'm afraid to let her down, so I blink and swallow about three or four times.
I can feel my lips already shaking even before I can speak. Still, I manage with a little bit of confidence, "I was, just getting some air in the back garden." At least I'm making a sense and not stuttering like a fool, "Sorry I meant to say in the backyard, not garden." Oh, I am a fool.
"But we looked for you there." Mom says, w
