Canada, Ontario.
Alliana's pov:
I haven't heard from Carlos since then. Maybe he fell asleep or is doing something else. Knowing him, he's probably arguing, sleeping, or doing drugs. It's hard to keep track of him. I was about to go to bed after putting Peluche to sleep. I hope he sleeps well and doesn't wake up crying like last night. He was so restless, it took forever to calm him down.
I quietly closed the door to Peluche's room and turned off the lights. I walked back to my room, and I laid down in bed, just about to fall asleep, when my phone vibrated on the nightstand. I groaned and grabbed my phone to see who had messaged me. It was Carlos. I checked the time—nearly midnight.
"Sorry for the late reply; I had to take care of business."
