He came downstairs rubbing his eyes.
The moment he saw the car, he froze.
« What the hell… »
he whispered.
I looked directly at him.
« Who’s Emily? »
His forehead wrinkled.
« I don’t know. »
« You’ve never met anyone named Emily? »
« No. »
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He came downstairs rubbing his eyes.
The moment he saw the car, he froze.
« What the hell… »
he whispered.
I looked directly at him.
« Who’s Emily? »
His forehead wrinkled.
« I don’t know. »
« You’ve never met anyone named Emily? »
« No. »
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