Rhea tried calling Klaus again for feedback, but he wasn't picking up. She tried Vincent's line too, but he wasn't answering either.
She was freaking out, beads of sweat cascading down her face.
Morticia better be alright. She had to be.
How could she have remembered Jamie this late? It was years ago when her father took her to Chicago to visit her mother and spend a few days with her.
In the park, little Rhea watched kids playing. She had no friends; most of the kids barely talked to her as if she were a misfit. Her skin was darker at that time.
A particular boy around the age of nine caught her attention, young and cute. He was playing with his white cat, caressing it with all the gentleness in the world..
His eyes filled with love and adoration.
A woman in her early fifties was
