Charlette’s P.O.V.
“Why did your mother ask you to stay here instead of going home?” Mona asked me worriedly while I continued pacing in the small living room of my mother’s old apartment.
This was the place where she told me that I was born and spent almost six years of my life here.
I came here sometimes when I don’t feel like going home after school.
Obviously, those days were when I got depressed for many reasons.
I got a text from mom not to go to our home but come here.
Her phone was now switched off and it was now getting on my nerves.
“Can’t you try to locate her phone? What if … if she is in some kind of danger?” I asked Mona anxiously and she gave me a sympathetic look.
“I can try, Char, but don’t forget what her workline is. If her people are keeping track of her phone,
