Their Little Sunshine

[23] Second home.

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Kiara Angela Valencia-Moretti

Dad and I were on our way back from the cafe when Dad got a call. His phone was connected via Bluetooth to the car's radio. Uncle Anthony's name and phone number were written on the radio's screen as they conversed in a language I didn't understand, Italian.

"saremo a casa tra quindici minuti." That was the last thing Dad said before the call was cut.
(we'll be home in fifteen minutes.)

Soon, we were outside the beautiful mansion, the guards opened the gates, and driving inside Dad stopped the car in front of the gate, and we got out. Passing the car keys to one of the guards, we made our way inside and into the living room.

"I have some work to do, with Anthony and everyone else. Do you have something to keep yourself busy?" He asked, "And Jake would be in his room if you need him."

"Okay, I'll be in my room," I said, climbed the stairs, and went inside my room.

Opening the door, I kept my phone on the bed and went inside the closet to remove my shoes. Picking a pair of pajamas and a matching t-shirt out, I changed my clothes and did my hair in a ponytail again.

A notification from my phone made me turn around and check it, geez my phone battery was low. I opened the drawer of my bedside table and took the charger out. After putting the phone on charging, I turned around, only for my knee to bump into the opened drawer of the bedside table.

Cursing at the stupid table, I bend down to close it, only for my eyes to land on a small piece of paper. Who kept it here?

I picked it up, unfolding it, my eyes widened as I stared at everyone's numbers.

Arthur Uncle
Claire
Peter

How could I forget this?

How could I forget them?

What would they be thinking?

My breathing started becoming uneven, and fast, and my mind filled with so many thoughts, the more I stared at that small piece of paper, the more I found myself close to shedding tears.

Closing my eyes in a flash, I took a deep breath before sitting on the bed. Resting my head on the headrest, I slowly calmed myself down before opening my eyes.

Picking my phone up, I dialed Claire's number, only to find it already saved on my phone. My eyebrows furrowed, I don't remember saving her number.

Checking Peter's and Uncle Arthur's phone numbers, I kept the phone on the bed as my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Who did this?

I don't remember saving any of their numbers.

When did this happen?

Before I could think more about it, I shake my head. Well, it was good, now I don't have to save their numbers anymore.

Tapping on Claire's contact, I listened quietly as the bell rang. My heartbeat goes crazy with each passing second.

When will she pick me up?!

and after an eternity, it finally happened.

She picked up, "Hello."

My eyebrows furrowed, from when did her voice become like a man's? Last I remember, she used to talk softly.

"Who's this?" The voice asked again, hidden confusion lacing its words.