"What?"
"I do not have a Leah Addams in the database." Beatrice repeated. She then pointed to the computer, " I have that account open till the year 1986. There is no Leah Adams that has studied in the school even for a day."
No Leah Adams? What the hell does that mean? She existed. Leah Adams existed and she was standing in front of the bloody receptionist in the same school that she had definitely been inside. Yet, the receptionist very confidently said that she had never entered the halls of this academy.
It almost made her feel like she amounted to nothing.
Leah might not remember walking to the halls of this academy, all the friends she might have had, but this was what she was working with for.