Aunt Moira

Sophia

As the taxi pulled in front of the inconspicuous diner located on the questionable outskirts of the city, I genuinely thought I was going to have a heart attack. But the reflection of my face in the tinted window was perfectly composed, with no signs of the turmoil that was wracking me from within. Good. At least Aunt Moira wouldn’t have a way of knowing how I really felt... how scared shitless I was.

I paid the driver and stepped out of the vehicle, enjoying the temporary relief the fresh breeze brought. Reluctantly, I forced my legs to take me towards the entrance. With a deep sigh, my hand wrapped around the handle, and I pushed the door forward. Almost immediately, the smell of rancid oil invaded my senses, and I felt like throwing up again. However, my never-ending nausea had to wait.

Stepping inside, I looked around, trying to find a familiar face, but besides an elderly couple in the booth and a middle-aged guy wearing a denim jacket and baseball hat, there was no one el