[This chapter is dedicated to Susan_Andrea_Ante. Thank you giving this story golden ticket. I appreciate the support. Hope you enjoy reading.]
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"Get a grip of yourself!" She snapped at herself under her breath as she paced in front of the glass door.
She threw the young woman behind the table another apologizing smile as she cracked her knuckles in nervousness. If her mother could see her now, she would get mad at her for what she was doing.
She believed that cracking one's knuckles were unladylike and could make the shapes of her fingers deform and ugly.
She closed her eyes and exhaled a deep breath. She hadn't heard anything from her parents. She received a cryptic text message from her father and that was all. She tried to call the number her father used but it was unattended.
