CHAPTER 8

It’s five past the afternoon when Annabelle finally finished her school project and got home. She had to submit it by Monday. Good thing, she worked on it early, so now, she can slack leisurely.

As she opened their front door, her brows stretched upward by the sight of Miguel idly sitting in the living room with eyes directed on the TV.

“Sir?” Annabelle’s face was a picture of bewilderment.

“Welcome home,” he greeted with a grin, acting as if he owns the house. He then got up and took Annabelle’s things and set them aside on the chair.

“Come, I prepared a snack for you. I’m sure you’re starving.” He headed to the kitchen while the girl stayed at the door, still puzzled. “Come on,” he tilted his head to emphasize the invitation.

“Sir, where’s Mom and Dad? Why are you here?” she persistently aske