Shaira Rose Gustilo Fernando POV

I fly through the piles and piles of paraphernalia that litter my bedroom floor. I will be late. On a Friday, after being on time all week, I would be late.

'Pearl!' I shouted furiously. Where are you? I ran out onto the landing and threw myself over the banister. 'Pearl!'

I hear the familiar sound of a wooden spoon hitting the sides of a ceramic bowl as Pearl appears at the bottom of the stairs. She looked at me with a tired expression. This is an expression I have used recently.

'Keys! Have you seen my car key?' I puffed at her.

'They're on...