RODRIGO’S POV:
The words repeatedly pounded into my head, and I stood there, refusing to accept what she said.
“What do you mean vacate … You don’t mean they no longer live here, right? Like … never, ever?” I asked, my mind pounding in disaster.
“Yes son, they left this house,” she calmly replied, smiling warmly.
“OK, do you know where I can find them? Like where they live currently or any hint,” I promptly asked, hoping to get a tip or anything that would help.
“I’m sorry son, I don’t have any idea of where they are now. But since they left a few hours ago – you should be able to catch up with them,” she blurted out, walking away.
I looked up at the quiet, lonely streets. Not even a bird flew past to console me.
I pulled my hair in frustration, sweat popping out of my forehead. Dra
