“Hey, tell me. Are you two fighting?” Emma queried with a skeptical look.

“No auntie–” Phidelia sighed sharply and sauntered towards the stairs. “Just a bad day at school. I’ll go change now.” she glided the stairs.

Emma stared as her back faded through the corridor to her room; quiet confuse. “What’s going on with them?” she mumbled thoughtfully and shrugged.

“Hurry and get down for supper.” she shouted, heading back to the terrace to continue what she was doing.

Phidelia shoved her bag well over her shoulders, unlocking her door. After turning the keys few times, it clicked opened. She slowly pushed it opened as she shuffled in with...