Jasmine*

"Mrs. Laura is here," Lisa informed me.

Today, we would be visiting the police department again as advised by the sergeant.

"Good morning, mother," I said to Mrs. Laura as soon as I walked into the living room. She wore a red gown over a black stiletto.

"Good morning, my daughter. Are you set?" She asked with difficulty in her throat.

"Yes, I am," I replied forcing the words out of my mouth weakly.

I was getting sicker by the day.

We drove for a few minutes before jumping out of the ...