Chapter sixteen

Clara woke up earlier than usual. She walked downstairs to find an empty kitchen and Peter making coffee. She yawned as she climbed the stairs with her night wear. She walked straight to Donald's room and barged in as usual. "Good morning Donald" Clara greeted beaming with smile. She opened the windows and greeted again. Clara looked around surprised. She yelled Donald's name checking the bathroom, but there were no signs of him.

Clara panicked! She hurried downstairs to meet Peter. "Have you seen my brother" she asked disturbed. "I haven't seen him since I dropped him and miss Helma last night from the party" he responded cleaning the dinning table. "You should call him ma'am. Maybe he went for a run." Peter suggested. Clara ran upstairs and quickly dailed Donald's number on her phone. She kept dialing but there was no response.

Clara's face turned red. This has never happened before. She conflicted on what to do. Unwillingly, she decided to go to Helma. She stood at her d