REKINDLED LOVE
Panic started to rise within me, and I quickly got out of bed, searching for him.
I made my way to the kitchen, hoping to find him there, but he wasn't present. Instead, I found Fredrick and Sasha sitting at the table, sipping their morning coffee. They looked up as I entered, concern etched on their faces.
“Kylie, what's wrong?” Fredrick asked, his voice filled with worry.
“I can't find Arnold,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. “I need to tell him about my dream.”
Sasha frowned, her brows furrowing. “What dream?”
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