Eight

Comfort lurked inside when his mom and sister left. I'm always in the hot seat every time they ask me questions. Questions I don’t know how to answer because, first, Vara Samonte was not real and her life.

I settled the plates into the container. I'm done with everything. Then I looked around. Maybe I forgot to clean or put something away. When I saw that everything was fine, I immediately went up the stairs until I reached my workshop room. I found the man sitting quietly on one of the chairs near the glass window. The sunlight from the outside serves as the light inside. His eyes were focused on the laptop, typing something. I hadn't gathered any information on the man, but maybe there would be later and stopped for a moment when I thought of the SD card. I touched it in my jacket pocket but nothing.

It could not be. I dug in my pocket but there was nothing. My chest throbbed, and I gradually began to feel cold. How?

"What's wrong with you? It's like you're seeing a ghost? Problem?"