It was getting late, but her eyes would not shut tight. She looked around her, yet she still could not figure out why she felt uneasy. Her gut told her something was not right. Still, she had no clue what was wrong.
Dinner was uneventful since she ate by herself again. Mike did not show up, but that was not uncommon. He called earlier, informing her that he had to stay longer in a meeting and would arrive late at night.
"Maybe I am just going crazy." She muttered, sighing her frustration. It was not a piece of cake to stay in one place when she hardly saw another soul. It was lonely and boring.
It was fine in the morning when Imelda was around, but the rest of the day was torture. She hoped Mike's promise would materialize soon before she lost her sanity.
She wanted to call her friends, even her brother. But she knew she risked her life, brother, friend, and most especially her child by doing so. Therefore, she opted for her silence.
