Lisa*

"Mrs. Jasmine I have a plan."

"Okay? What's the plan?"

"Please, come with me."

Mrs. Jasmine walked closely behind me.

These few days I noticed how sad she had been since Mr. Jason's disappearance.

She rarely ate her meals, all she could do was sit behind a statue to wail and talk to herself each passing moment.

"Lisa," She called out to me. "Where are you taking me?"

"I'm taking you away from the cameras."

Her eyebags affected the contours of her face. Her endless tears made temporal ...