I look at the photo again. Like Really look.
She's facing her back to the camera with her head being the only part of her body clearly visible.
Why would someone put this photo up.
Before, I only acknowledged her features. But now I'm desperately grasping for answers.
Maybe it's literally saying-
I turn my head in the direction she's looking.
Just the entrance to the dance studio. I'm contemplating taking a look, when it suddenly clicks.
It's not because there's something in that direction, it's because she wants me to look behind her.
I tear the photo off the pin board, and flip the grainy paper around.
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