Snitched

It was a moment to vacate the apartment for the Corporation, but her legs would not allow her to stand from the couch where she was inducted.

She mumbled some words to herself and shook her head. If care was not put up with, she would accept Mrs. Blackwell's proposal without indecisiveness, just like she did in her dream a few nights ago.

“An apartment of my own,” Olivia mumbled. “For crying out loud, she is offering me an apartment.” She said again and shook her head.

All her years of existence, she acknowledged there was nothing earthly that would move her in a way she didn't want.

Now what? She eventually came to acknowledge how mistaken she was to make such a hypothesis.

How can an apartment of her own not move her in this way? Olivia thought and changed direction on the couch, then picked up the cup of coffee from the tray where it rested.

Emily would do the same, after all.

“No,” she said, uncertain.

Emily had more control over material things than herself who was tumbli