Pedro Hernandez I put the phone back on the table and sigh heavily. This is strange. Bruno never disappears like this or loses signal. I pick up my phone again and dial my mother's number. I imagine she knows where he's gone, or maybe he's actually at home, busy with something. On the third ring, she answers, and I can hear her laughter and that of my aunts on the other end. "He's really a gentleman, Sofia," I hear Aunt Margarita's voice. "Yes, he is," my mother says, before focusing on our call. "Honey. I'm sorry, your aunts and I were talking. Is everything okay?" "I need you to answer this, Mom," I reply, massaging my face. "I'm trying to reach Bruno, can you tell me where he is?" She's silent for a few moments. "I don't know where he is, honey. Bruno went out yesterday afternoon and hasn't come back yet. He told me he was coming home but he hasn't arrived yet." My mother replies. I feel uneasy, a sense of foreboding. With what's been happening these past few days, I'm alway
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