Severed. Entirely severed.
How much of this needs to be discussed?
Mint sits across the slim circular table, eyeing her cup of tea. She's giving it a very involved gaze... Is there something in her cup?
"Ibis Sunrosa".
A woman sits across from Mint, jotting something in her journal. She's dressed quite professional.
"And when was the last time you saw her?"
"I would say... twelve years ago. It feels like twelve years ago." Mint holds the sleeve of her cardigan up to her mouth, covering it.
"And have you ever asked us for help before this?"
Mint's eyes return to the cup of tea.
"No."
"Does she have any other aliases?"
"I don't think so... she told me she had a middle name once. I don't think she ever told me what it was. Or maybe I forgot."
The professional woman nods and writes more.
Mint and the woman sit in a completely white room. Drywall and ceiling tiles all white. Dark blue carpet with stains. A metal loop is drilled into the wooden desk.