Attacked

Ciara was grateful that instead of screaming, Aunt Quinton had been sensible enough to cover her mouth with her hands.

Ciara was scared to her bones, especially now that the man was no longer mowing the lawn. She has no idea if he even heard what they have been saying, because Ciara’s window had been open while they watched him and even talked. Even though they were upstairs and he was on the ground floor, Ciara could not be certain. There was no way to be sure, because looking at the lawn now, Ciara realized that he wasn’t even done mowing it.

Whether they liked it or not, they were in grave danger.

“Hello? Mrs. Fury, are you there?” The representative asked.

Ciara had been rendered speechless when the representative broke the news and at the same time, her mind had been running around in thoughts.

“Oh yes, I am here, and I heard you,” Ciara answered. She was honestly trying really hard, but panic and exhaustion were becoming evident even in her words.

“We deeply apologize for this.