Chapter 3:
Friday, 9:00 PM
Mandy walked up to the museum alone with her unpleasant memories of the دن clouding her consciousness. The cold night gave her an excuse to hide half of her face in her scarf and to پار, صلیب her arms as if to keep herself warm, but in reality, it was to keep her emotions hidden.
She walked up to the ticket booth and the man let her in without a word. All of the employees knew her, she came often and usually سے طرف کی herself. Once she stepped inside, she felt مزید at ہوم than she had all day. She hadn't gone ہوم yet, but she knew her father had a tracking device on her phone....
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