Natalia paced across the living room, her eyes flicking between the silent television and her father's sleeping form on the couch. The movie had ended twenty minutes ago, but Satori and Kimiko still hadn't returned from their walk. She checked her phone again—no messages, no calls, nothing.
Where the hell are they?
She'd initially thought nothing of it when Kimiko suggested a walk with Satori. They were mother and son, after all. But one hour had stretched into nearly two, and the knot in Natalia's stomach tightened with each passing minute.
Her father shifted on the couch, mumbling something about patrol schedules and gate assignments in his sleep.
