  &quot;daddy look at what I caught.&quot;
      My father lowers his reading glasses and folds the newspaper to give me his undivided attention.
      &quot;what do you have, princess?&quot;
      &quot;guess,&quot;
      &quot;you know my wits can t match yours.&quot;
      &quot;you are right.&quot; I agree with a grin.
      I open my palms and the butterflies fly away.
      &quot;Cara, Cara…..&quot; I turn to find my officemate staring down at me. &quot;The supervisor is asking for the report.&quot; She says
      &quot;oh!&quot; I look at the blank spreadsheet. &quot;give me a few minutes.&quot;
      &quot;Today she s in one of those moods.&quot; She gestures.
      I nod to end the discussion. Never have I ever excelled in gossip.
      The next thirty minutes I spent typing, once done I email the report to the supervisor and print a hardcopy to deliver to her. Too much work dup

  A mysterious danger close to me lingers. A violent paroxysm of fear swells up inside me, I sense a tinge of something eerily sinister lurking beneath the darkness. A shadow, a movement is caught at the corner of my eye. I move and turn.
      &quot;Hello...&quot; my voice trembles &quot;…is anyone there?&quot;
      I am met with the ghastliest silence. I clear my throat and take another step. it is everywhere around me, but it can t be directly perceived, only felt. My chest tightens, I badly want to get out of here. Where am i? everything looks strange. I take another step, and another one, and another one until my steps turn into a full run. I can only hear the sound of my feet and my heartbeat. I turn my head to each sides, no one just me and the inky night blackness. I can t I breathe neither shake the salient bad vibe that hangs through the funereal darkness. A dry fallen branch 

  I have a perverse desire to find out as much information as I can. I don't dare lose sight of my target, Ryan's father. As they put down the body to the ground it is the first time I saw him break down. I can only understand the insufferable pain he was feeling. The loss of the love of his life, knowing he would never wake up next to her. No one deserved that especially him, he was too kind.
      He finally walks towards the parking spot after he bids the priest goodbye. He looks worn out by life.
      I come from my hiding spot into his sight. His expression is indifferent to my presence.
      He sighs, &quot;Cara...&quot;
      I am surprised he remembers my name.
      &quot;I am sorry for your loss. I hope you find equanimity.&quot; I console.
      He finally decides to take few steps towards me. My presence had stopped him abruptly.
      &quot;I presume you are here for answe

&quot;daddy look at what I caught.&quot;
      My father lowers his reading glasses and folds the newspaper to give me his undivided attention.
      &quot;what do you have, princess?&quot;
      &quot;guess,&quot;
      &quot;you know my wits can t match yours.&quot;
      &quot;you are right.&quot; I agree with a grin.
      I open my palms and the butterflies fly away.
      &quot;Cara, Cara…..&quot; I turn to find my officemate staring down at me. &quot;The supervisor is asking for the report.&quot; She says
      &quot;oh!&quot; I look at the blank spreadsheet. &quot;give me a few minutes.&quot;
      &quot;Today she s in one of those moods.&quot; She gestures.
      I nod to end the discussion. Never have I ever excelled in gossip.
      The next thirty minutes I spent typing, once done I email the report to the supervisor and print a hardcopy to deliver to her. Too much work duplication!
      The last two days I have spent avoiding Quinn and in turn he has made it o

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