Chapter 3:
Friday, 9:00 PM
Mandy walked up to the museum alone with her unpleasant memories of the giorno clouding her consciousness. The cold night gave her an excuse to hide half of her face in her scarf and to attraversare, croce 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 da herself. Once she stepped inside, she felt più at home than she had all day. She hadn't gone home yet, but she knew her father had a tracking device on her phone....
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