(Almira’s POV)
I sit on the couch with my phone pressed against my ear, biting my lip as I wait for the call to connect.
No answer. Again.
I sighed as I stared at the screen like I can will them to call back. It’s been weeks since my parents left for their so-called vacation, and they haven’t checked in once.
Where are they really? Why do they have to leave for vacation at the time I needed them the most?
Something about this doesn’t sit right with me. They’re not the type to just disappear. Especially not when I’m dealing with… well, this.
I glanced up when I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. I saw Rich walking into the room, carrying a glass of orange juice and a sandwich on a small plate.
He’s really thoughtful.
I remember he called me to eat lunch earlier in the kitchen
