Bianca stared at the empty garage, her hands on her hips, the vast space feeling like a cavernous joke at their expense. The usual lineup of sleek luxury cars, such as Porsches, Lamborghinis, and even the vintage Rolls-Royce that Grandpa loved, was gone, leaving only echoes and the faint smell of oil.
The high ceilings and fluorescent lights made the emptiness even more mocking. "This can't be happening," Bianca groaned, her voice echoing slightly. She kicked at a loose pebble on the concrete floor, sending it skittering into a corner. "That old geezer... I could curse him right now for what he's doing to us. No food, no cars? What next, no water?"
Sofia leaned against a pillar, crossing her arms as she scanned the empty spots. "Bianca, calm down. Let's wait for him to return. It's not like he's going to spend eternity wherever he's heading, right? He'll be back eventually, and we can talk then."
