Arriving at a relatively small bakery, capable of fitting around 20 people in its entirety, I opened the small doors, embracing the sweet scent that immediatly flooded my nose.
Nodding my head at the cashier, I bought a simple pastry and coffee before taking a eat.
No doubt...if she were to take over, this is where she'd go.
Anna wasn't at the point where she could forcibly take over Carissa, yet; it seemed she had to wait for her daughter to be unguarded.
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Minutes turned to hours as I sipped on a coffee, simply gazing at the ocean through the windows.
Does she know? I wonder.
Carissa was a smart student; she could only attribute so many of her instances of losing consciousness and appearing somewhere else to sleepwalking.
Maybe if she opened her diary once and in the next moment, found herself in the cafteria an hour later, Carissa could ignore it.
But, by now, something like that must have occurred at least three times.
