“What was the last thing the two of you talked about?”
When she hesitated, I knew they’d had an argument.
“Let me put it this way. What did you fight about?”
“It wasn’t a fight. I told Luisa I didn’t want her to bring Jorge to the house anymore. I don’t trust him.”
Neither did I, but my mom had to know confessing her feelings to Luisa would backfire.
“She’s probably staying with him. I’ll give her a call.”
“Staying with him, but without taking any of her belongings with her? That makes no sense, Seraphina. Not after two days.”
“What do you mean by ‘belongings’?”
“Her computer, a toothbrush, anything more than the clothes on her back.”
I could see Luisa not caring enough to return home for anything my mother had mentioned, except her computer.
In a little over a month, my sister would graduate with a master’s degree in business administration. I had no doubt she had final projects due, along with exams to study for. She wouldn’t risk failing her classes now, after six years of hard work. Especially not over a fight with our mom.
“I’ll give her a call.”
“I’ve been calling. It goes straight to voicemail.”
I didn’t bother to explain that would be exactly what happened if my sister had blocked our mother’s number.
When my call went straight to voicemail too, I got an uneasy feeling. There was no way Luisa would block me. And, like me, she was a morning person. She wouldn’t have her phone turned off at this time of the day.