My parents were still out, leaving me and Norah to fend for ourselves. With just two adults, keeping tabs on three kids was proving to be quite the challenge.
Thankfully, the babies were usually well-behaved, though they had their moments of fussiness that were difficult to soothe.
After Stella returned to her home in Rosemont, she reached out to me once, video calling to see her kid, Yara. She then made me promise not to let Mitch know that Yara was with me, and absolutely not to let him take her.
"Alright, don't worry," I assured her, nodding my head.
With that, Stella ended the call, seemingly relieved.
But I hadn't expected Mitch to come looking for me so soon.
Just three days after Stella left, he showed up at my doorstep. The moment I saw him, I blocked the entrance, refusing to let him in.
"Where is my kid?" Mitch looked like he hadn't slept in days; his eyes were bloodshot and dark circles painted his under eyes.
"Stella took her," I replied, keeping my expression as neutral as possible. "So you care about your kid now? Aren't you responsible for all of this?"
"Enough with the nonsense, I just want my kid!" Mitch snapped, his patience clearly wearing thin. "I know she didn't take Yara with her. She went to my parents' house, caused a scene, and my parents haven't seen Yara!"
He tried to barge in but I held my ground. Fortunately, he didn't dare to force his way in.
Instead, he grabbed my arm, "Irene, I know you're close to her, but this is my family matter. Don't overstep!"
"This certainly is your family matter, but this here is my house and you're trespassing!" I warned, "If you keep this up, I'm calling the police!"
"Go ahead, call the police. I just want to find my child!" Mitch was so preoccupied with finding his child that he didn't seem to care about anything else. His grip on my hand tightened, causing me pain.
Just moments ago, I had asked Norah to take Yara out for a walk. Yara had been crying all day, so I decided to stay home with Serena and Brandon.
I was only trying to stall Mitch to buy some time.
Just as Mitch's grip tightened, I stumbled back, allowing him access into the house.
He wasted no time and stormed into the living room to search for his kid. I quickly sent a message to Norah, asking her to stay away for a while longer.
In the living room were only Serena and Brandon. Mitch searched every room in the house and when he couldn't find Yara, he stood in the doorway looking utterly defeated.
Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly focused on something: a pair of baby shoes on the shoe rack by the door. They were Yara's; she had wet her shoes earlier and we had swapped them with a pair of Serena's while these were washed and left to dry.
Mitch's eyes lit up, "These are Yara's shoes! Irene, where have you hidden my child?!"
He picked up the shoes and glared at me.
My heart began to race; I had overlooked the shoes and now I was at a loss for words.
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