“Anything wrong?” asked Grégoire curiously, throwing Dallie a glance. He drove the car on the way to Relish-taurant where she was going to work.
“It’s my brother. He hasn’t come home for days now.”
“What? He’s missing? Have you reported it to the police?”
Dallie swallowed. “It’s my fault. I kicked him out of the house. Mom’s blaming me that he’s not coming home nor calling us to let us know if he’s okay.” She shook her head. Her chest was leaden by a rock, it seemed. She released a deep breath and looked outside the window without anything registering through her eyesight. “She’s been looking for him from then on, but it seems that Mackie’s friends don’t want to cooperate. Maybe he told them not to tell us.”
The sky was gray, threatening to rain at any moment.
“But that’s impossible.
