The taxi hurled through blocks and paths. Greenyards, mountains, plains, and deserts; my mind was stuck in the moments at her house and suddenly being shipped off to somewhere God knew.
The driver hadn't changed, and my thoughts didn't change too.
When it all stumbled upon a hump of the buzzing.
The backpack she had pushed into my hands, was buzzing with vibrations. My numb fingers went across the zip as a Nokia phone, of the old edition, came out.
It was ringing with a random number.
I didn't know whether I had to pick up.
My fingers trembled. But I clicked on Answer.
"Hey, Emma!"
I couldn't speak.
"It's me, Gina! Don't worry, this is the only way we can contact you. The private SIM will keep you safe from the anti-fans, have you reached?"
I wept. At the sound of her, it came ru
