"Why would I do that, Emma?"
"I-I-I don't know because you're a bad person?" That was the only plausible explanation, right? My mom taught me never to quickly judge a person, but what she did was enough for critique, you can't just hand me a book and disappear, that was overly suspicious!
"Emma... I did not do that to you"
Why should I believe her? I just played along, because I needed some sort of answers to her doings.
"T-T-Then why did you give me the book?"
"I gave you that book be-" she ceased her words and I narrowed my eyes at her.
"You're waking up," she said as her eyes surveyed the forest, I did too, but I didn't feel like I was waking up but she seemed to.
Her eyes were back to me. "Emma Adams, I did not do that to you, you have to believe me, I would never do that to a family"
What was she talking about?
"I-"
