Chapter 3:
Friday, 9:00 PM
Mandy walked up to the museum alone with her unpleasant memories of the hari clouding her consciousness. The cold night gave her an excuse to hide half of her face in her scarf and to menyeberang, cross her arms as if to keep herself warm, but in reality, it was to keep her emotions hidden.
She walked up to the ticket booth and the man let her in without a word. All of the employees knew her, she came often and usually sejak herself. Once she stepped inside, she felt lebih at utama than she had all day. She hadn't gone utama yet, but she knew her father had a tracking device on her phone....
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