Karen's POV

I walked towards the door and tried to open it. It was already locked. My heart skipped a beat wondering how troublesome his children could be. "Tricia.... Alvin, open this door right now." I commanded in the most authoritative voice.

"Stay there for sometime, have fun." Tricia said loudly from outside the door.

The images of knives and sharp objects filled my head. "Don't go to the kitchen," I shouted, wondering if they heard me. When there was no reply, I sat down feeling dejected. "What do you think they're doing?" I asked.

"Planning a surprise." He answered, looking at his face, I wondered if he even cared...