Chapter 9

With a pounding heart, I turned off the classical music. The photo of Sophia on the table sent chills down my spine.

Surprisingly, she didn't look young before the surgery. The tired face with deep nasolabial folds rivaled mine.

I turned the frame face down and hurried upstairs to wait with Noah in his room.

I had my bag ready, planning to leave as soon as Aunt Lucy returned.

"Miss Wilson, you won't be coming back anymore, will you?" Noah asked.

Maybe he sensed my unease.

I patted his head, "I'll come back to see you when I have time, don't worry."

I wasn't in the mood to teach him, so I put on a cartoon for him on the computer.

But he didn't seem very interested.

After a while, I couldn't hold it anymore.

"Noah, stay here for a bit. I need to use the bathroom."

To my surprise, as soon as I entered the bathroom, I saw that glowing box of masks next to the mirror.