(Author's POV)
"What has gotten into him? He sometimes acts more like our dad's then our actual dad's, huff" Yelena spoke to Myra as Fabian departed. "Do you have any idea what he was onto?"
"I don't know. Maybe as he said, there are a lot of wild animals out there. Maybe he is just looking out for us," Myra replied as she couldn't make out anything more from Fabian's words. But then she recalled the look on his face, it was full of pleading, full of warning.
A sudden unease started taking root inside her. 'Maybe there is something more to it?' But as soon as the thought came Myra dispersed it, 'No, if there was, he would have told us.' She rubbed her temples as they went inside her house.
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Fabian strolled back to his place. Taking off his shoes, he put on his house slippers and placed the grocery bag onto the white granite stone kitchen top. He poured himself some water as a voice he was well aware of chimed, "Where are you coming from, Fabian?"
