The lump in my throat that I was able to get rid of about thirty minutes ago, after crying on my brother's shoulder until I got a nagging migraine, returns the instant those words reach my ears."I thought they didn't think it was real." Little museum, my voice breaking a bit."We know you didn't do very well with the Victor," Lara mentions, approaching us with her arms crossed at chest level, "but we found some things in the trunk and..." We believe you.-What did you find? - I ask curious.Roman, Linda, and Lara share a hesitant look before responding.—Your white vans.—"The supernatural season you couldn't find the other day," his girlfriend's blonde seconds.—A couple of your dog's toys... —And another bra—, concludes the coyote."Oh," that's all that comes out of my mouth."Plus, there's the fact that Mac found Juana's heirloom," Lara adds in a casual tone.-What? I spat, eyes wide as I landed on top of my brother. You found it? Why did you not tell me? Where did you find it? Wh

He hasn't been in the bathroom long, which is why I'm surprised to see Jorge pacing around and around like a confined lion in the forlorn hallway overflowing with storage spaces and lack of lighting.“Hello,” he lets out as a greeting right now, the latrine entrance closing behind me, hugging the journal bound in dark cowhide with one hand against my chest, while with the other I hold the currently empty glass of squeezed orange, I have no idea why I haven't ruled it out yet. Likewise, I have no idea why I took the book with me, I could have passed it on to the ladies to deal with.Jorge plugs evaporate and takes a look at me. He expresses a calm greeting, returning my greeting and closing the distance that isolates him from me with a solitary step."Mac let me know you'd be in the library, however I went there and the young ladies let me know you came to the bathroom," he lights me up in the center regarding a smile, keeping his phone in the back pocket of his jeans. . I hope you don

As I found in my fantasy, some jolly ponies are smeared with a blood-red substance, with the main contrast being that substance has so far evaporated and is no longer depleted on the ground."She's old," Roman clarifies, holding her hand.Saying nothing, Mac conveys the intimidation of climbing the joyous go round, perhaps fully determined to see beyond what the fallen tree limbs, dead leaves, and cobwebs allow, rather than the second that his hand comes into contact with one of the cylinders that the merry round lights up by itself and begins to go to the bazaar song that reverberates through its speakers. Mac puts a hand on his chest before the alarm it caused him.After two seconds, four sets of eyes were on me once more."I sat idle," I protect myself, raising my hands and half shrugging."Looks like we're getting into a horrible thriller," I hear Lara mumble before turning to walk away.The others do the same, diverting. I choose to follow Lara, figuring she's the nastiest of the