Forcing a fake smile on my face, I said, “Thank you.” And with that, I walked away from the lady.
My hands pressed my temples as I tried to make sense of the situation. Piper was dead and Freya… she wasn’t with Piper. Did someone step into this place after Freya had left without the knowledge of the receptionist?
Did ….
My movement came to a halt when a great idea hit my head. I need to find out more information about what was going on. I will have to get to the root of this. Turning around, I returned to meet up with the receptionist once again. Her forehead furrowed for a short seconds as she set her eyes on me. The facade she had been holding on to finally fell off. But it wasn't for long. Her face had already returned to the smiling angel who she masked once again.
The earlier f
