"Sir, I've tried messaging Mrs. Lawson but she hasn't replied. I called her phone- she's getting the calls, but no one's picking up. She's been missing for 24 hours now. Should I call the police?"

Mabel's voice trembled with concern.

She still hadn't come home...

"Mr. Lawson, the meeting's about to start," Secretary Allen reminded him quietly from the side.

Timothy barely looked up as he replied into the phone, "She's only been gone a day. No need to make a fuss."

"Sir, I'm not overreacting. It's just that Mrs. Lawson has never been away from home for this long before."

Standing, Timothy gathered his meeting files with one hand, his tone casual. "Henry is home. Where else could she possibly go? She'll be back soon enough."

With that, Timothy hung up the phone.

"Sir-"

The call ended abruptly, leaving Mabel staring helplessly at her phone, the dial tone echoing her worry.

At noon, Sheila had lunch delivered from The Silverthread Eatery, making a special trip to drop it off at Henry's school.

The security guard informed Henry's teacher, saying his mother was here to bring him lunch.

had come,

her cooking and sprinted out of the classroom, eager for

a thought struck him if the guard saw his mother and realized she couldn't speak, word would spread, and he'd be

that, his excitement for

mom had a voice as gentle as Miss Sheila's how wonderful

to head

just then, the guard spotted him and opened the gate,

she was Mrs. Lawson; the staff wouldn't dare be

gates and spotted Henry right away.

warm smile, approaching with a lightness

He was about to call out "Miss Sheila," but hesitated he didn't want anyone to overhear. So many people already assumed Sheila was

her side, whispering, "Miss Sheila, why are you bringing me

have time to cook this morning. I felt bad,

ruffled his

tentatively, "Miss

after," she replied with a gentle

"Why not?"

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