I had been trying to call my mother the better part of the morning but she wasn’t picking up. Leon knocked on my door, “come in.” I stated as I tried to call my mother again.
“Did you get a hold of your mother?” Leon asked.
I sighed in frustration, “not yet. She isn’t answering my phone.”
“How about if I call my dad?” He offered, “Miles obviously is who I mean.”
“How about you try calling him? Maybe he could tell me why am being subpoenaed.” I replied as we took a seat on my bed.
Miles answered almost immediately, “hey dad, I have Dulce here who wants to talk to you.”
“Hey, do you know where my mother is?” I asked.
“I’m assuming you mean Arabella, and I don’t know where she is.” Miles replied and you could tell from his voice that he was exhausted, “she has never come home since L
