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Around eight p.m., I heard from My mum that Aunt Layla had returned home but without Nathan. He was still missing. I closed my door and went downstairs.

Mrs. Carter had dozed off on the sofa, her phone almost falling from her hand. Her stomach was heaving heavily, like her baby was about to pop out at the moment. She was obviously tired from all the worry.

I decided to get a bowl of ice cream from the kitchen. However, I heard the doorbell ring.

Who could it be at this late hour?

Aunt Layla?

Or the cops?

Could they have Nathan with them?

I ran to the door.

“Hello…”

At the door was Mr. Cooper, standing smartly dressed in a three-piece burgundy suit, with his hair neatly permed back.

What was he doing here?

Last time, Mrs. Carter had warned me not to let him in.

“Hello, sir.”

“Hi, Sofia…right?” He said with a smile.

“Yeah.”

“Is Hannah… I mean Mrs. Carter in?” He asked.

I didn't know whether to tell him she was home, sleeping in the living room, or not.

He blinked.

“Well, she's…