In My Desperate Time

“What happened? Speak slowly.”

I quickly sit up on the bed out of surprise.

My heart is beating hard too.

“Today when I got home after work, I found out that mom's not home and there are blood stains on the floor. I can't contact mom no matter how many times I called her, I have no other choice than contacting you. Frances is very resourceful, can you ask him to find mom? I'm really worried about mom.”

I'm so nervous, but I still have to console Frank.

“It's fine, don't worry. Maybe mom just happened to go outside and she didn't hear her phone ringing? As for the blood stains on the floor, she might have accidentally cut her hand when she's cutting some vegetables.”

These words can't even fool me, of course Frank doesn't believe it either.

“How could there be such coincidence in this world? Mom must be in trouble.”

Frank says that surely.

I feel something strange, why does he sound so resolute... Don't tell me that he's hiding something from me?

you so sure? Is there anything you

ask him with

for two seconds before saying, “I'm not so sure either, but I keep seeing the same woman these two days that hangs around our house's door, and I

Woman? Who is it?

Is it Whitney?

to do something to

side and she can't deal with me, she

are all lies! She's just looking for the opportunity to deal

a young and beautiful

seem young... At least 30-40 years old.” Frank

30-40 years old?

Now I'm confused.

really 30-40 years

then, who else can it

that case, don't worry... I'll let Frances help us to get mom's whereabouts, stay at home wait

up after

his shower. With a towel around his waist,

“Jane, tonight...”