I softly said, "Where are you?" She has vanished from this place. We are camped out here. I have my phone in my hand. On the other line is my sister.
You know twin as much as I wanted to be there, I just couldn't, so I'm with my friend," my twin said in response. She did not, however, respond to my query. I enjoy how she is preventing me from learning things. Why, yet, does it feel completely manufactured? Am I simply dreaming these things? My phone abruptly went dead as I was looking at it.
Why did she cut the call short? Once I felt a hand wrap around my waist, I no longer cared about calling her.
"What's wrong, baby?" Zamiel sweetly asked. I gave him a smile.
I asked with great concern, "There is nothing wrong. Is everything okay? You know grandma is not used to this sort of fun. Sh
