Page 23 - SAMPLE Looking for Emily

“Sure. See you soon.”
“See you soon, love.”
Lily hung up and gritted her teeth. There was no
way her mum was going to forget about that. Where was she going to find a fake Emily in this dump of a town?
She approached the exhibition case and peered inside. The first exhibit was a small piece of paper inside a photo frame, yellowed with age and spattered with something dark and sticky-looking. Lily brushed the grime from the glass with her sleeve. The creases in the paper were deep and slightly furry, as though it had been folded and unfolded many times. It was covered in pretty, looping handwriting. Lily stooped to read the label.
Mum’s apple pie recipe. As made on Emily’s birthday.
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