I can't sit still, just pacing around the living area with my phone in hand. I've been calling Brother Vince's number repeatedly, but it just keeps ringing. I don't know if he's just busy or if he really doesn't want to answer my calls because he's still angry with me, or maybe he's not even holding his phone anymore because the police who took him have already locked him up. I can't help but worry too much.
"Ate Melai, which police station do you think the police took Brother to? Did they lock him up?" I couldn't help but ask our maid, who was currently cleaning inside the mansion.
"I don't think so, Young lady. I don't think it's likely that your brother will be imprisoned."
"But why isn't he answering my calls?"
"I don't know, Young lady, maybe he's just busy."
"Busy? But he should
