Chapter 83

Maya's POV

I sauntered back into the house, a feeling of unease settling in my stomach.

Aunt Gomez's expression had carried a look that was very familiar to me. She most likely had bad news for me.

"So, what did you want to talk about, Aunt?"

I asked as I slid onto one of the stools under the island.

"Well, Maya, it's about your dad." She turned around and paced.

That was enough to upset my stomach.

"Is he okay?" I asked, agitated. The last time I had spoken to him, he'd said he was fine even though I felt like he wasn't and that was barely 36 hours ago.

"Yeah, he is fine, no need to worry but there's a problem."

Her tone made the hair in the back of my neck stand at attention.

"What do you mean?" I asked, side eyeing my aunt. If my father was okay then she was about to tell me something I wasn't going to like, I could feel it.

She slid onto the stool opposite me, clasped her hands together and looked me in the eye.

"I'm not sure how to tell you this but your father called while I