Tasha's face was the first thing I saw next morning as I pried my eyes open, my hand flying up to my face because of the sudden inflow of sunlight.
She was dressed in a casual attire which surprised me. All I had ever seen her in was formal office clothes.
"Where's Darren?" I asked, sitting up and looking around, "Where's mom?"
Tasha tied the curtains up and sat on the bed next to me and smiled, dimples lighting up her soft dark skin.
"Your mom is on her way to Bali, dear."
I cough, "Bali? Indonesia? Why is she all the way there?"
There was no sound of pans clanging in the kitchen, no smell of freshly prepared breakfast wafting into my nose and pulling at my hair, telling me to come, eat.
The house was empty.
"Your mom wanted to take a break," Tasha said and her tone told me she was lying. Mom loved it here. There was no way she would have left...unless.
Darren had sent her away.
Tasha has always been the kind, sensible one...even she agreed to this absurd plan?
