Panic

The ride home was quiet and gloomy with Phidel's doleful and brooding look. Jerome kept staring at her all along, quite anxious to know what was running through her mind but she wouldn't say anything, not until they get home.

It was around 4:45 pm when the cab finally pulled up in front of their apartment. Phidel was the first to glide out of the car, followed by her mother. Sauntering into the house, Jerome rushed to the kitchen for a glass of water whiles Phidel slammed herself onto the sofa, tossing her bag to her left. The house was empty since they were mostly the ones to get home first. "Would you care for some water?" Jerome questioned as she turned the corner to the kitchen.