JASMINE POV.
The couple turned to look at me.
“Young lady, do you live here?” the woman asked.
“Yes I do. And how may I help you?” I asked them.
For some reason, they both looked familiar. They looked like someone I knew. Or maybe I am just assuming things.
“Sorry for the inconvenience, but we were told that our daughter lives here.” the man said.
“Your daughter? Who is she?” I asked them.
“Her name is Ava Wilson.” they said together.
Now I get why they look so familiar. They were Ava's parents.
I felt the urge to let out a scoff.
“Sorry but I don't have any idea who this Ava Wilson is. And this is my house. So you might have missed your way or you have been given the wrong address.” I told them.
“I guess she didn't lie to us when she said she left the country. What do you do, h
