"Mother?" The word seems so unfamiliar to Emily "I'm so sorry, i came here to meet the woman in this picture" She pulls out the crumbled picture from her pocket "my husbands mistress" Their eyes scanned Emily's face and then the picture....their expressions change at the same time, almost as if they were in sync...confusion, the concern. "come inside" The younger lady said in a more serious tone. The house was small, warm and smelled of blueberry pie. The furniture was old with scratches obviously from a dog or cat. The aura was very different from the fancy prison she has grown accustomed to. The TV was left on, even though no one was watching it, the tv host announcing the winner of one of those lame game shows. Plants that looked like they hadn't been watered in days, toys laying all around the floor. The house had life, soul. She held every breath she took in that house, as if, if she held her breath long enough she can inhale some of that life into her self. It made her feel
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