(Dylan P.O.V)
Next day I landed and New York and drive to my hotel. I get refreshed eat my breakfast and then drive away to my target house. It takes 30 minutes for me to reach there because of the traffic. I get out of my car and knock on her door.
An old blonde with blue eyes opens the door of her house. She looks familiar I thought then it clicked me. She was Mariya Mia’s neighbor.
“Yes, how can I help you?” she asks looking me up and down.
“Is this Miss Mathis house?” I ask her.
“Yes, but she and her mother were not there in the house,” she said.
“Can you call them it’s urgent?” I ask politely.
“Sure come in, please,” She said opening the door wider for me.
“You can have a seat and make yourself comfortable, while I go and called her,” she said while leading me inside the livin
