FORTY TWO: DOUBTS AND SIGNS VIII

[SHAIRA's POINT OF VIEW]

Wearing an oversized shirt and silk pants, I stayed on our balcony to watch the clouds dance at the infinite blue horizon. Out of the blue, my eyes caught a formation that resembled a baby. Shortly after, my phone rang.

"Hello. Am I speaking to Shaira?" says a baritone voice on the other line.

"Yes. Have you received my order?" I asked while staring at the moving clouds on the window

"I'm on my way to the subject. I'll give you all the information you asked me to obtain," the guy replied.

Once I was done talking to Reymund, I kept the phone back in my deep pocket. I heaved a heavy breath as I headed back inside my room. Then, I locked the door of the terrace.

I'm nervous and afraid at the same time. Whether it's about proving that my suspicion is right or wrong, I can't help but feel anxious.

~knock~knock

"Mommy!!!"