HEATHER REVERSE
She mumbled beneath her breath.
I arched an eyebrow and titled my head, purely don’t know what is going on, while Madam Rhea shuffled the pieces of papers and extracted some of them on the same spot as where she put that one paper she scoffed at.
“I guess my question is wrong.” Madam Rhea reexamined the paper and put away some more papers until there’s only three left in her hands. “I’ll give you this.” She handed me the papers. In my hand, I saw one of the papers is about me quitting school, the other one is about consent form for my meeting with a psychiatrist, and the last one, is a consent form of my marriage. All of them, except the psychiatrist’s consent form, is signed by my aunt with
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