"What is it?" Phoebe asked, reaching for the phone. She watched the video, and her jaw dropped. "Isn't that you?"
Agatha's eyebrows formed a knot as she pinned Phoebe with a glare. "How can that possibly be me when I'm here?" She questioned. "And there are two of them?"
Agatha glared intently at the phone screen, as if her questions were going to be answered if she stared a little bit harder. But no matter how hard she stared, the faces were still the same.
Those two women certainly looked like her, just richer and well-kept as if they'd never touched dirt in their lives.
"Ooh Claire has a lot of explaining to do," she grumbled, sitting up but Phoebe pulled her down to her seat.
"And where are you going?" She questioned.
"Where does it look like I'm going?" Agatha questioned back. "I'm going back home to ask that woman some questions. These women could be related to me in one way or another."
