DREA “What are you talking about?” I mumbled, and they gasped as soon as I entered the kitchen. They ran close to me with their hands clasped and their heads down. “Mrs. Wolfe!” One of them exclaimed, her voice shaky. “What are you talking about?” I asked again. They looked at each other, as if contemplating whether they should say something or not. “I won’t ask again,” I warned, my voice firm. The one who was next to the stove closed her eyes tightly. “I used to work for Mr Wolfe’s father before getting transferred here” she started, her head still down. “While I was there, he usually got drunk and stared at a photo of a woman for hours” She continued. “I heard him talking to someone on the phone one day about how Mr Wolfe’s fiancée was her daughter.” My heart stopped. A lump formed in my throat. Ethan Wolfe knew my mum? How? “Who was he on the phone with?” I asked. They looked at each other once again, not speaking. “WHO?!” I yelled, my hands balling
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