That night
Mireille sat on the sofa in the living room, her phone in her hands. She was not doing anything on the phone though and the television was turned off too.
Her gaze was on the clock. It was 8pm already and Dante was not yet back from wherever he had gone.
Belinda had left around 4pm and Mireille had been home alone since then, waiting for Dante to get back.
Mireille glanced at the screen of her phone too. There was no calls and no texts from Dante which was weird. She was not sure there was a day ever since she had come to stay here when Dante had not communicated with her in over twelve hours.
Mireille was resisting the urge to actually call him and ask what was going on. He could be in danger, for all she knew.
There were probably so many robbers out there, wanting t
