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Don Angelo stands at the door, his shocked gaze fixed on the person lying before him. The sight before him reminds him so much of a movie he used to watch with his father when he was young. The Mummy. That was the title of the movie and has been one of his father's favorites that he never gets tired of watching.
“Carla?” He mumbles her name in uncertainty, takes a few steps towards Carla and plops down onto the sofa opposite her bed. His body is overcome with various emotions, and Don Angelo’s lips tremble uncontrollably.
Don Angelo sits still for about thirty minutes before mouthing Carla's name once more.
“Carla… This is not the girl who left my house yesterday. How are you suddenly like this? Why do you look so worn out and…”
The words escape Don Angelo, as he keeps staring
