| emma’s pov |
“Please, Emma? Just try it out. For me?” My mother begged, handing me a flyer to some sort of seminar with a renowned psychologist or whatever.
Finding no reason to say no, I agreed, “Fine, mom, but just this once, okay? I dislike lots of people in a room, you know that.” Other than that, I don’t think they can even help, but I couldn’t tell my mother that.
She giggled, happy that I complied with her request. “Yes, yes. Now, go, before you’re late! I have to get to my new job. I can’t be late on the first day!”
They all turned their heads towards me, waiting for me to tell them my reason for coming here.
“Well, my friend, he disappeared a month ago. I’ve been trying to find out where he is, but I have no luck. He… he has this friend he told me about. She’s… she’s dead,
