CLARA

Immediately after Roberto left, I headed back to my room and called my mother. My curiosity was getting the best of me and I hated it, I also had a bad feeling about whatever Roberto was planning.

My father can't be trusted especially not in a crucial time like this.

After three rings, my mother picked.

"Hello," her voice was warm but her tone seemed rushed.

"Are you busy mother?"

She let out a deep breath. "Sorry about that, I was in the middle of something. How have you been Clara? It's been a while,"

"I'm fine mother, you?"

"I'm doing quite alright..."

I could feel her tension, did...