I race up the office stairs to the familiar door on the right, I swing it open as fast as I can; ready to surprise.
“Aha!” I scream.
Faces with wide eyes turn and stare at me. None of the faces resemble to my husbands. My scream lowers as I come to realization I’ve embarrassed myself once more.
“Do you need something?” a man says finally.
“I ugh..where’s my husband?”
“Your husband, I don’t believe I’ve ever heard of you.”
“I’m Mr.Leoa’s wife.”
“He doesn’t have a wife.”
“Is that right? May I ask where he is?”
“He’s on lunch break, I believe he’s down at the corner café.”
“Alright, thank you.”
I storm out of the office angry at the thought of my husband lying about me.
“How can he lie about his own wife!” I yell and scream.
“Excuse me ma’am, were going to have to ask you to leave.” A large officer stands in front of me, his voice booming and echoing around the room.
“I’m leaving, don’t you worry.”
I run out t
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The Forgotten
Teen FictionFor Elisa life feels like a scary movie. One after another things fall apart. Can she make it out alive?
