"I just got some disturbing news." Ariana's father said.
Ariana looked up, pushing her half eaten plate of spaghetti away. They were at dinner, Ariana and her father. Her mother was in the kitchen stirring a broth that simmered around the house, a tantalizing scent that filled the whole house.
She gripped her glass cup, taking a light sip of water lest she chokes as a result of the tension radiating through her. Ariana wasn't very good at taking sudden news and she knew what her father was about to say was something she wouldn't like.
"What is it Dad?" She asked.
"Your Aunty Pat might be in danger." he said.
Ariana gripped her fork, trying to quell the series of emotions going through her. Her Aunty to her was a safe place, she was her life, a place she called a home. A place where she could be herself without a single worry in her mind. Ariana grew up within the family and her Aunty was just as good as her mother.
