The call I took earlier, disturbed me, but I decided not to dwell on it, much. This might be a scam.
Irrespective of the fact he knows my name and stuffs about me, I don't think his words are true.
There is no way my mom will be alive without seeking ways to contact me. It's not possible at all.
Nevertheless, I still have these feelings that there might be an atom of truth in the words he said.
After all, there is no smoke without fire.
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"What's wrong? You look— lost." Pop frowned a bit.
"Nothing." I smile at her, "there is nothing wrong with me."
"Don't worry, there is nothing wrong with him." Smirking, Sly placed his hand on my thighs, and lightly caressed them.
I didn't stir, and neither did I act as if there were someone's hand on my thighs. I pretended otherwise.
"I'm not worried, just asking, though." She resumed eating, but I can still feel her glances at me.
