ONE HUNDRED AND TWO : CALL THE POLICE

“What?” I gasped with wide eyes.

Her scowl deepened, but her hands remained pointed toward the door.

“Get out of my house young madam,” she hissed darkly.

“I just want to ask about your mother, where is—“

“If you don’t leave now, I’ll scream of harassment,” she threatened.

I watched her with sh...

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