“What?” I gasped with wide eyes.

Her scowl deepened, but her hands remained pointed toward the door.

“Get out of my house young madam,” she hissed darkly.

“I just want to ask about your mother, where is—“

“If you don’t leave now, I’ll scream of harassment,” she threatened.

I watched her with shock, wondering what prompted her to act like this?

My mind reeled, trying to find a reason why she must be avoiding my question about Cara.

“I’ll only count to three.

If you are not out by then—you cannot imagine what I’ll do,” she spat with all seriousness.

I said nothing, but stood there, watching her.

My fingers...