Chapter forty three: Where is mum?

KAMARIA POV

Another wave of nostalgia shot through my chest as I stepped into the living room. It still smells like my mother's cookies. Her favourite comfort food. She loves to make them, especially on weekends.

"Where is mum?" It was odd that she didn't come out to greet us when we arrived. Mum always goes where dad goes.

"She is not around," dad didn't look at me when he spoke.

I frowned. His response sounded vague. "Did she go to the market?"

"No," he answered coldly but still wouldn't say where she went. I was about to probe but Thomas entrance with our bags cut me off.

"Where should I take this Mr Paisley?"

Dad turned to look at me. "I had no idea you were coming so I didn't prepare anything for you. Your daughter can take your old room, while you take the guest room, though it needs some cleaning."

His voice though not accusing was still reserved, and I couldn't dodged this feeling that he is blaming me for something, maybe it is my guilty conscience talking. It is certa