"Why are you helping me?" Inez asked when she saw that the woman had started pulling the gowns out of the glass cases.
Tracy paused upon hearing her question. She turned and looked at Inez before saying to her, "Well, let's say… There was a time when one of my friends asked me to help him, but I refused because I feared getting involved with him. You remind me of that friend a little."
Was she talking about her father? Thought Inez, but then she took a look at how young Tracy looked, and she shook her head. There was no way Tracy was involved with her father, given how she looked like she was of the same age as her.
"What happened to him?" Inez asked in a soft whisper.
"Hmmm?" Tracy turned around as she took off the pink gown that was worn by the mannequin. "I am not sure; maybe he passed away, or maybe he vanished without letting anyone know where he went. I only saw him when he came to ask for my help, and ever since then, I haven't heard anything from him."
