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Amelia dressed up very early in the morning, she wrapped a muffler around her neck and carried her bag. She put Alice in the Walker and walked out of the room.

She got to the living room and met Fred cleaning. He looked at her and furrowed his brows when he saw her all dressed up.

“Where are you going?” He dropped the vacuum cleaner in his hand and headed to where she stood.

“I’m going to look for her. I couldn’t sleep throughout the night because of it.”

“Who is her? Why couldn’t you sleep?”

“Clara. My mom. I couldn’t sleep because of her. I saw her at the mall and since I saw her, I’ve been seeing her face in my head! I can’t stop thinking about the fact that she is alive.”

Fred sighed and shook his head. He slowly took her hand and rubbed its back with his thumb.

“Isn’t this woman supposed to be dead? She has been dead for like fifteen years now, right?”

“That is what I thought, until I saw her yesterday! What if she didn’t die? What if she survived and has been alive all