Chapter 92

• Finally, Away
• Mandy’s POV
• I get totally lost in searching for any evidence for who’s clothes are here. I’ve searched all the kitchen drawers and under the cabinets, I found nothing at all. My investigation ended up in the same place that it started in my closet. I check all the pockets in the coats, and jeans and come up empty handed. Flustered I take a sit on the floor, and start to cry. As I am wiping away my tears, the purses hanging on the walls get my attention. I crawl over to them and jerk them down onto the floor. I carefully inspect each one looking in all the pockets, and finally I hit the jack pot. There was a passport in the very last Louis Vuitton purse, and it belonged to none other than Ava Sears. So, that is whose stuff is hanging in my closet now. I can’t help, but wonder ‘why in the world would she move in over at the mansion, if she was living here?’