“Mrs. Clinton?” The driver shook me out of my state.“Is everything okay?” He asked, and of course, he couldn’t recognize Clinton because he was dressed in black and covered most of his body.“Yes, please drive, I'll direct you,” I said, wiping away tears. As much as I wanted to cry, I couldn’t do it in front of people. He started the car, and I directed him to my house. When we arrived, I gave him his money and headed inside.“Mrs. Clinton.”“I will send you a text to the location so you can pick up the car,” I said to my driver, giving him the keys as I walked inside.“Mrs. Clinton, welcome home.” Matilda greeted.“Where are the kids?”“They are taking a nap, do you want to see them?”“Don’t you realize it’s almost four and they are still asleep?” I asked angrily.“I’m.. I didn’t.”“You didn’t what? Do you want my kids to get sick?” “I’m sorry, Mrs. Smith, I will quickly go.”“And now you want to wake them up?” I asked when she attempted to run to their bedroom, she looked confuse

I was not really paying attention, as my mind kept thinking of worse scenarios when I bumped into someone.“I’m sorry, Mrs. Clinton,” said Matilda.“Wh—what are you doing this time?” I awkwardly asked, my eyes roaming.“I came to get water. Do you need something, Mrs. Clinton?” She asked me as her eyes looked in the direction in which my eyes were staring.“Let’s go,” I held her hand, and she looked confused but followed me.“Mrs. Clinton, where are we going?” She asked, but I didn’t respond. I didn’t want to go out alone at this time. Outside, I got in the driver's seat, and Matilda, just like taking a hint, got in the passenger's seat. She didn’t even ask any questions as she looked around in shock. I started the car and drove out. Luckily, the drivers were asleep, so there was no disturbance. Driving out, I spotted Clinton's car, he was driving at high speed. I ignored Matilda’s weird stare as I focused on following Clinton. My heart was racing, and I was not thinking straight.“M

~CLINTON~ I tried very hard to open my eyes, and when they finally did, I rubbed sleep off them and turned to my wife, only to see that she was not there. This was the first time I woke up to find her gone. “Love,” I jumped off the bed despite my head, which was hurting, like I had alcohol last night, it was just one glass.  I walked to the bathroom, hoping to see my wife there, but she wasn't. I didn't expect her to be up this time, as a

~CLINTON~ “You can't do that, you can't fire me,” Matilda, leaving what she was doing, said, looking at me. “Why should I keep you when I can't trust you? Either you tell me where I can find my wife or leave,” I said. "Alright, if that's what you want, I can never go against my word,” she said, and I could see tears forming in her eyes. She walked past us, and I didn't stop her.

My heart was beating in my chest as I watched the lady approach the stage. I started encouraging myself to focus on locating my parents instead of wasting time here.  My eyes didn't leave the lady's figure as she took the mic and showed them her talent. But like other contestants, she only managed to say a word as the judges raised their rating cards, and it was zero. This proved there was no chance for me, the lady came running off the stage. “I thought he liked me,” she said as she ran past me. I turned to leave when I heard one of the judges call for me.