Florence led Trisha into her living room with a sigh and showed her a childhood photo that was sitting on the window ledge, "This was us when we were kids, Freya, Fred and I."
In the photo, Trisha could see two little girls and a boy, all with brown hair and green eyes standing in a row. One of the little girls stood in the middle holding a toy gun, while the other two kids stood beside her with frowns. It was an extremely adorable photo.
"My father and grandfather were both police officers, so when we were little, we loved playing cops and robbers. Little Freya was always the cop, while Fred and I were always the robbers. Who would have thought that the roles would end up being reversed..." Florence sighed.
"My sister must have a reason for what she's doing. I want to help you catch her and locate your missing friend. May I join you? Perhaps I could talk some sense into her," Florence offered.
