Moments later, she has explored her room. It’s all strangely familiar, fragments of memories hitting. To distract herself, she texts ‘hey’ to Mirza’s number. A few second seconds pass before he answers.
Hey, farm girl
Can you come back? We need to talk
Sure. Give me a minute to find a bulletproof vest
Please, Mirza
For a minute, she thinks he won’t respond. But a second later, the phone rings loudly.
Give me an hour. And please tell your grandpa I’m coming so I’m not shot on sight
:)
:)
After texting Grandpa about Mirza coming for dinner, she spends the rest of her evening rummaging through her closet.
God, these clothes are amazing. For dinner. It’s just dinner. Who cares?
She returns to the bedroom, which has turned dusky as evening falls. She spends the next few moments looki
