'Mimo... can you come here? I got information about the orphans named Calliope.'
Even though Calix had left the lounge, the distraught Leslie still communicated with Mimo through telepathy. Her fingertips on the file trembled, spreading shiver to her entire body.
|I'll go there!|
As soon as Mimo said that, it materialized in front of Leslie. The crochet red fox toy hovered in the air before landing on the couch next to her.
Leslie breathed out in relief. Mimo's appearance helped to ease a small part of her anxious heart. Taking the fox toy, she put it on her lap facing the open file.
"Mimo, this is it," Leslie's index finger traced the first page of the bundle. A photo of a girl named Calliope was printed together with her information, "Didn't you say I can feel which one is Poppy... even through photos?"
