I hope she doesn't skin me alive, she glanced at the elderly woman and wondered in her thoughts.
Grace squinted her eyes at Elena and a suspicious look danced on her face.
“What are you doing? What's going on Elena? Is my daughter okay? Elena!!!” She snapped.
Elena cleared her throat and twisted her neck sideways. She massaged her knuckles nervously and took a step back towards the door. Before saying a word, she heaved a deep sigh and lowered her gaze.
“Elena, start talking,” Grace ordered with her face flushed red from worry. “Start talking now.”
“Well,” Elena started, “Your daughter is actually...”
“Actually what, Elena? Say something you're killing me with this suspense. What happened to my daughter?”
Elena scratched her ear and twisted her lips. She pointed outside the door
