She looked at me for a second and gestured me in. she wasn’t wearing that blank expression that made me wonder what the heck she was thinking. She looked tired and just wanted to get some rest. I sat on the couch hoping I don’t get involved in interrogations like the last time.
I took a moment to look around the house. The wall was painted in a cream colour and it looked like it needed a retouch. Aside that everything else looked pretty okay. My eyes caught Emily’s baby picture hung on the wall.
The picture looked like it was taken in a birthday party because she held balloons in her hands. Her blue ball gown looked fitted and she wore a matching hair band. She wore a big smile and held her mom. The resemblance was striking and I could point where Emily got most of her features from.
