“Tata, nothing happened. Hunter is just holed up in his workshop. You know how he is when he has a new idea.” Zizi said, his phone pressed to one ear as he pushed his trolley down with his free hand. Talking to his father was one of Zizi’s favorite things and his father, his Tata, always knows when something was up and he claims he can tell by the tone of Zizi’s voice.
“Normally, you can’t stop talking about him, you always bring him up first and now… for the first time in years, I was he one who asked about Hunter. Did you do something, son?” Theodore Hawkin asked.
Zizi sighed. He takes a look at the cereal in front of him. It’s been a day since what Zizi has begun to call, The Glorious Incident and he hasn’t seen Hunter throughout. He hadn’t called nor had he texted.
“Dad, you’re o
