Chapter 27
The first thing I noticed was that Coline’s car was missing from the driveway. She had parked it beside yesterday. It would still be there unless she left the house, which she never did without calling me–unless something important came up.
Trying hard to keep calm, I made my way to the door while dragging my suitcase behind me. My heart raced inside my chest as I lifted my hand to knock but no one came to open it for me.
“Calm down, Lily,” Trepeated the words in my head like a mantra while I opened the door with the key in my trembling fingers.
The house was silent when I entered. Aside from that, it was empty too. The color faded from my face as I ran up the stairs, desperately calling Mom’s name and Celine’s. There was no response, and I felt as though I’d been robbed of breath when I opened Mom’s room and saw she wasn’t there either.
Despite the panicky tears, I pulled myself together and dialed Celine’s number. The ringing went on, but she wasn’t answering my calls. My fear escalated, and this time I could barely breathe at all, thinking something awful had happened to Mom,
Turning my fists into balls, I suppressed the tears and kept them at bay. But try as I might, I couldn’t hold them back any longer and burst into tears while I sent Celine a message to call me if she was available.
I was dead worried, and waiting for her reply was torturing me further.
Norvously pacing the living room with my arms crossed beneath my chest, I threw the telephone a worried glance before my gaze shifted to the phone in my hand. Until now, Celine hadn’t called yet. But soon, I trusted my instinct that she would.
Celine was the type to call me when an emergency happened. I knew there was a valid reason she hadn’t called yet.
Assuring myself that Celine would call once she was available, I waited patiently. True enough, the telephone rang a few minutes later. The sound made me jump to my feet and pulled my thoughts back to reality. Skittering across the plush carpet, I grabbed the phone with my icy hand. “H–hello?” I said shaklly, in a barely audible whisper..
“It’s me,” said a familiar voice on the other line.
“Celine!” I gasped in recognition. My fingers tightened on the telephone until my knuckles turned white. “How’s Mom?” I asked, unable to conceal the tremor in my voice. Feeling my weak legs would collapse soon, I slumped onto the old Victorian sofa, holding my breath while I waited for her reply. I’d never been terrified in my life the way I was now.
“Your mom is fine now,” Celine replied, and I let go of the breath I wasn’t aware I was holding as she broke the good news. “She’s asleep on the bed now,” she added. Relief washed over me, and I wiped the tears from the fidges of my eyes.
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