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Ar flung open the doors of an antique wardrobe and took up the top shelf.

- I myself, - Lily intercepted a stack of things from the hands of a man.

"Here," he held out the phone.

Did my parents call me? Lily asked excitedly.

- No, let it be with you.

Not believing what was happening, Lily timidly took the phone, afraid to let it out of her hands. What if Arnar changes his mind?

“I need to leave,” he said. “My sister and Elya are staying at home, and security is on duty. If so, call out loud.

- Okay. - Lily looked at the man's back in amazement and first of all dialed her mother.

The girl paced the room, listening to the beeps. One, two, three calls, no answer. With her mind, she understood that blaming someone for the fact that her parents did not want to pick up the phone was stupid. But resentment clasped her throat with thin tentacles, forcing her to suppress quiet sobs. It would be better if he didn't give away his phone. And Lilya could believe that they are worried about her, wo