Michelle’s POVI sat by the window, staring out for what had to be an unhealthy amount of time.There was still no sign of Uncle Pedro.I had tried calling him several times, but the calls never went through again. I had even sent a text, yet there was still no response. With every passing minute, my uneasiness grew.A soft movement beside me pulled me from my thoughts.Patrick, Tracy’s brother, came over and sat near the window opposite me. This time, he held out a glass of sweet orange juice.“You look like you’re about to fall asleep right here waiting for that uncle of yours,” he said, handing it to me.“Thank you,” I murmured, taking the glass from him and setting it briefly on the table before picking it up again.“I don’t know, Patrick. He was supposed to be here by now.”“Have you tried calling him?”“Yes,” I said, taking a sip. “I already did.”The cool sweetness of the juice lingered on my tongue, and I paused, glancing down at the glass.“Wow,” I said softly. “This is real
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