“I seem to have seen this woman somewhere but can’t remember it.”

“It’s only a vague silhouette, not very recognizable.”

“Well, we can only use it.”

They went to the supermarket and parked the car in the parking lot.

Abel and Emmeline walked to the nearby community. At this time, many elders did exercises in the community garden.

Emmeline grabbed a woman and asked her with the video, “Madam, did you see this woman with this little boy this afternoon?”

The woman shook her head.

“Thank you!”

Emmeline moved on to the next person.

The woman stopped Emmeline. “Hey, Miss! You add me to WhatsApp and send me the video. I’ll send it to the group to ask others.”

“Thank you so much!” Emmeline hurriedly added the woman to WhatsApp and sent her the video.

The woman posted the video to the community group and asked if anyone knew about Kendra in the video.

After a while, the group spoke up, but most said Kendra was not in this community.

The woman said, “It seems she’s not from our community. You can go ask in the next community.”

“Okay, thank you!”

Abel had also asked several men, and the news he got was consistent with Emmeline’s. So they went to the next community.

It was 10.00 pm. Timothy had dinner with Kendra.

Although dinner was only a plate of pasta, Timothy was full. The baby also had enough cereal and fell asleep in the crib.

Kendra sat beside Timothy and asked him something.

Ella had not returned, and Timothy was willing to talk to Kendra.

Timothy would not want to talk if he saw Ella’s gloomy face.

Kendra asked Timothy gently and patiently, “Have you figured it out? Should we call your father or mother?”

Timothy replied, “I figured it out. I want to call Mommy.”

“Do you know your mother’s number?”

That was when Timothy realized he did not have the phone with him. His phone was in the backpack but was in Abel’s car.

Timothy opened his mouth at a loss.

Kendra asked, “What’s wrong? Can’t remember your mother’s phone number?”

Timothy nodded. “Because I never called Mommy. I wrote down her number from Daddy’s phone.”

“Then we have to call your father. They’ll be anxious if they can’t find you.”

“But Daddy just came back from abroad. I haven’t seen him before. I kept his phone number but never called it, let alone remember it.”

“That’s too bad. Which number can you remember?”

Timothy thought about it. He could remember the phone number of Levan Mansion. But he did not want to go back to Levan Mansion. All he wanted was Emmeline.

So Timothy shook his head again.

“What should we do?” Kendra had no idea.

Timothy said, “If convenient, you can take me to Mommy’s cafe tomorrow. It’s on Gold Street in Chalvador.”

“Gold Street in Chalvador? It’s a long way from here.”

“We can take a taxi there. When we get to the cafe, I’ll ask Mommy to pay.”

“It’s not about the money. I have to work part-time tomorrow morning. I can only take you there afternoon. Do you think it’s okay?”

Timothy nodded. “That’s fine. Thank you, Auntie.”

“You’re welcome.” Kendra’s eyes turned red. “I hope all kids are treated with tenderness, unlike my daughter. Her father and grandma don’t like her.”

Timothy was stunned, then asked, “Why? She’s cute.”