Tuesday, 06 March 2018.
Sonia’s apartment, Manhattan Upper East Side, New York City.
The next day, Emilie sits down on the bench porch, while enjoying the beautiful view of this quiet neighborhood in the morning.
Then the sound of footsteps comes from the front door. It’s Sonia. She’s bringing a tray fills with two cups of hot milk.
“Here you go, your special dairy milk, Miss Roze,” says Sonia as she puts down the cup on the table.
“Thank you so much, Miss Ash,” she returns her funny accent.
As she sits next to her, Sonia asks lazily, “Ugh, okay. So, what we were talking about the last time?”
Emilie rolls her eyes in disbelief, then she sighs, “Really? Do we have to continue on that talk?”
“I just can’t believe that he suspects me for anything! I told you, Emilie. I can sense his s
