You know, I thought I smelled something funny…
Gigi was in the suitcase. She had been in there for years, Dr. Callaghan had not told me.
She was crouched the the case, her skin pale creme and her hair dim red.
“Ew.” Nat slapped my shoulder, cackling.
“Ya’ know… I was the one who zipped it up!” Dr. Callaghan sounded as if he were proud of this “accomplishment.”
I gulped. “Yay?”