Mary tried to get more answers, her fingers trembling as she typed. She asked Esmerelda why she should leave, demanding an explanation beyond vague warnings. But her sister’s response was cryptic and frustrating: “You just have to trust me, Mary. I can’t explain.”
Just as Mary was about to respond, the specialist returned. His expression had changed. His face had gone pale, and he held one of Mary’s photo albums in his hand. Something was clearly wrong, and the tension in the room became unbearable.