How could that be?
These lamps were brand new. My mother had bought them just to make the shop lighting better.
If Mr. Vittori was right, did that mean everyone who stepped into the store would start hallucinating?
Just the thought was terrifying.
What was my mother even trying to do? Why would she set something like this up?
"Mr. Vittori, there must be some misunderstanding," I said hesitantly.
He was the wealthiest man in the country. He had undoubtedly seen all kinds of strange things, but I still couldn't fully accept what he was saying.
He looked at me seriously, then reached over and turned off the main light.
"At this point," Mr. Vittori said with a grave expression, "only your mother can explain why this is happening."
Just then, the sound of a key turning came from outsid
