I turned quickly and ran back to the house.
I burst through the door, panting heavily. I could hear footsteps behind me, and turned to see Kira.
"Malika? Kira? What is it?" My father looked up from a book that he was reading, glasses perched on the edge of his nose.
"There's a ship at the dock," I huffed.
My father frowned. "But we got our shipment three days ago." He slowly got to his feet, and placed his reading glasses and his book on a table beside him.
"Stay here," he murmured. Then the left the house, closing the door behind him.