“WHAT?” August asked-shouted and I slammed my hand on his mouth to shut him up immediately.

“Can’s you keep your tone low for a second?” I removed my hand from his face and sat back on my chair. It was already half past twelve so technically it was morning. Diana was still unconscious. I walked in the kitchen to prepare some coffee.

August followed me silently, I looked at him from the corner of my eye, he was equally restless. I put the coffee on the stove and turned to face him.

“When did you think parents will return?” I asked trying to change the topic. He didn’t look at...