**** Ayla ****
The next day at work everything was going same old, same old. Except that Maria hasn’t asked about Jay or what’s going on with me once. Yesterday she was like a shark with a seal pup, relentlessly attacking me for information. Today, not a peep. I think that's scarier.
I try not to get too distracted by my mother’s call last night. When I got home she called to let me know someone had come to her house looking for me. I almost ignored her call having spoken to her earlier, I expected she’d press me about my personal life. Instead, she said, the men who came wouldn’t explain exactly who they were but kept asking questions, implying I was in trouble. Apparently, they wore suits and had neat haircuts. Mom thought they were the FBI or something. They left a plain business card
