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Since Baxter was busy with his father, Ivanka had to stay home alone. And that gave her enough time to worry about Alaric. She had been calling severally, but his lines weren't recheable. Considering what happened earlier, she feared he might be doing something drastic. She paced restlessly around the house, thinking of ways she could reach him. She thought of going to his place, but the risk was too much. She couldn't afford being seen by Baxter or anyone else. Since calling was all she could do, she continued calling until finally, his line became recheable. She listened with anticipation as the phone beeped in her ear. When he answered, it was the most relieving feeling she'd had for the day. "Ric?" She called softly, not sure of what to hear. "Hey," he answered drowsily. She