At first, nobody was worried. The mall wasn't particularly far from their house, and Maria occasionally stopped to look at things along the way. Flora assumed her daughter had been delayed by a queue or had met someone she knew. By noon, she had begun checking the time. At one o'clock, she sent Clara to the sitting room to see whether Maria had returned. At two, she started pacing between the kitchen and the front door. "Where is that girl?" Flora muttered, glancing at the clock again. "She should have been back hours ago." Clara sat on the sofa, her attention divided between the television and the road outside. "Maybe the mall is crowded, Mum." "For milk and eggs?" Clara had no answer. Flora picked up her phone and called Maria's number. It rang. And rang. And rang. Eventually, the call ended without an answer. Flora frowned and tried again. This time, the call went unanswered once more. "She's probably talking to someone," Clara offered, although a
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