CLARA
Immediately after Roberto left, I headed back to my room and called my mother. My curiosity was getting the best of me and I hated it, I also had a bad feeling about whatever Roberto was planning.
My father can't be trusted especially not in a crucial time like this.
After three rings, my mother picked.
"Hello," her voice was warm but her tone seemed rushed.
"Are you busy mother?"
She let out a deep breath. "Sorry about that, I was in the middle of something. How have you been Clara? It's been a while,"
"I'm fine mother, you?"
"I'm doing quite alright..."
I could feel her tension, did Roberto do something when I was admitted? I hated that the past few times we both seemed like strangers.
"Uhm mother, I wanted to ask. Did Dad mention anything about having a meeting with Rob
