DAVID’S POV
After what feels like ages, the bus finally pulls over at my drop off point and I run home fast as if I’m being chased, the people I pass by stare at me as if I’m a thief who just snatched someone’s wallet and is now running to hide. “Vivian!” I yell, the second I burst through the door to my home. “Vivian…where are you?” I scream while running up the stairs. I almost bump into her as she makes her way downstairs. “What are you yelling out my name for David?” she frowns and folds her hands across her chest.
“You need to tell me where my daughter is, it is not like her to not be home at this time,” I grab her arm and drag her down the stairs and force her to sit next to me on the couch. “I don’t know where she is, I am not a prophet,” she arches her brows. I take a deep breath
