Angela was climbing downstairs smiling, with the passport in one hand and the other hand holding her phone.She was calling Mariah, there was no response from her. Her phone went straight to voicemail.Angela stood at the foot of the stairs. Her face frowned slightly with worry. After several calls again, still no response.Angela looked up from her phone and stared at nothing in particular for a moment, wondering.Then she walked into the kitchen, dropped the passport and her phone on the table, stood there with her hands on the table.“Something’s wrong.” Angela said to herself, as she paced the kitchen.“This is unlike Mariah.” Angela stopped, picked up her phone and called Mariah several times again, still no response, straight to voicemail.“What's going on?” Angela asked herself. This time the worry has finally enveloped her.Meanwhile…Anthony walked into the living room the exact moment Angela was calling Mariah.He saw the screen lit up and was ringing.Mariah sat on the cou
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