There, amidst the crowd, was an old woman whose face she remembered all too well. A chill ran down her spine as the memory of that dreadful day at the salon flooded back to her mind. It had been a particularly exhausting day.
On that fateful day, Emma’s schedule was jam-packed, and she was desperate to finish her shift and head home. She had back to back clients and wanted nothing but to go back home and hop on to her bed. But her fantasies were cut short when the walk-in bell jingled.