Standing in front of the old suburban house, that had its red mahogany wood, rotten and rusted to seem black and moldy, Camila tapped on her shoulder, wondering if it was actually a sensible thing to do or not, what she was about to do.
It doesn’t count as a felony or breaking in, right?
She asked the question herself, weighing in her options.
I mean, I was given the keys by her own daughter.
She lifted the set of old rusted keys in her hands, that were held together through a round old keychain that had all of its silver paled out.
She remembered meeting up with the rude daughter of Ursula, who actually worked in Edward’s father’s company.
When she called the woman, she wanted to get to meet her personally but she simply refused to. She remembered the data that she had sneaked a ga
