Emaline
And this morning, like most, the music from Lana's room woke me up. I got ready and was about to go out when I saw that the door to her room was open and the music was still loud. It was strange for her to be still at home at that time, but I decided to take advantage and finally make a remark about the noise. I knocked, though she certainly wouldn't hear, and pushed open the door, peering. It was empty. Annoyed, I stopped the music and on the way out, I noticed some university brochures. They were all in New York. Apparently, that was her goal. I shrugged and went downstairs to make coffee only to see that aunt Sophie had already done it and was leaning against the counter, sipping.
"Good morning, Em! Do you want some?" She nodded at the coffee in her hands.
"Good morning, aunt
