Amelia
I glanced at the time on my cellphone and noticed it was already three pm.
“Where the hell have Yanex and Dad been all day?” I asked mom, standing from the breakfast nook and heading toward the refrigerator. “You want a bottle of water?”
“Yes, please, and I have no idea. Strangely, they haven’t surfaced yet.” She replied, standing up from the breakfast nook we were sitting on.
“Let’s go up and check up on them. For all we know, they are up there killing themselves.” I told her, turning around and heading to the stairs.
“Don’t even joke like that.” She replied, twisting the cap of her water bottle and taking a swig of it.
Ignoring her, I took two steps at a time up toward my father’s office, stopping right in front of his office to catch my breath.
I grabbed the handle o
