“Hermana, I need your help.” Trish just barged into Alex’s office. “You could have knocked on the door or you may invite yourself. Do come in, what help do you need?” She ranted.
Trish then continued to walk to the chair facing Alex. No one was there with them and she was glad.
“I could not sleep well last night. I heard Papa in his office yesterday. They were talking about suspects and rebels. Are we in trouble again?” Trish was worried. The last time this happened it almost destroyed their hacienda.
“Sorry niña, I do not know. Papa does whatever he deemed right for the town and doesn’t inform me. If the pack is concerned, then it is different. Is something amiss?” Alex explained in a manner she would be able to comprehend. However, the expression on Trish’s face seemed too complex.
