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