Roberta’s POV
After breakfast in the coffee shop, Emma doesn’t show up and starts her work, it’s not regular for her.
I ring her phone three times without an answer, her phone is set to voice mail.
The weather is changing from one minute to the next, maybe she has a fever or she is sick. I’m a bit worried about her, so I decided to visit her.
I stand outside the building where she lives, it’s hard to see inside the house. I directly walk into the house, inside the attic room is chaos.
There are no nights on but the furniture and Emma’s personal stuff I know are gone; the ground is a mess of broken vases and cups, and picture frames on the floor.
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The terror grips me.
“Emma? Emma! Are you there?” I start to shout Emma’s name, but no one answers.
There is something that looks like
