The next day, I went to pick Iris up from the school. Tapping my fingers continuously on the steering wheel, I was feeling unusually restless, which was weird because it wasn't my first time picking her up. When she didn't come out of school even after half an hour, I couldn't wait any longer leaving my car to check in the school. Roaming through the corridors I saw her home room teacher leaving.
"Mrs. Ava, have you seen Iris"

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