uhngelic: WHAT HAPPENED THAT NIGHT — 20:45 If s
uhngelic: WHAT HAPPENED THAT NIGHT — 20:45 If she hadn’t died, Afreen Solanki liked to think she’d have become a psychologist. Like the one waltzing down the marble floor of a secluded cabin room where her five friends sat in utter shock, unable to process all that had happened in the last two days. They’d stay there and stare at the wall even though the television droned idly and the wind rustled the lace curtains. Once, Afreen snuck in behind a nurse to get Nora’s attention, to see if anyone could see her, but Nora Schreiber only returned a hollow gaze back to her. That was when Afreen had pieced it in together; the police officers coming and returning empty-handed, the endless lot of doctors coming to examine them and that one consulting psychologist who came whenever she the police called. Afreen was dead. Keep reading -- source link
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