“Someone saw her inside this very place,” Oliver said breathily whilst Monique was in the middle of watching a Korean drama. His hair was sticking out to different places whilst his long-sleeved polo was creased and as his hand held a photo of an old diner, the paint chipping off the walls. Monique turned off the television, her eyes flickering at the photo. Suddenly, melancholy struck her.
“That’s her favourite diner,” she whispered in reply, her heart beating loudly against her chest. Oliver didn’t seem surprised, of course he wouldn’t, but he looked disappointed. Maybe because he never thought she would go to that place. “When did she go there?” she asked. She held the photo gently between her trembling fingers and the photo shook with it. Suddenly she felt tears scalding her cheeks. S
