I curl up in my bed as I scroll through the text messages Sandra sent to me yesterday night. I wasn't able to read my inbox because I was so tired and my mind was too occupied after I returned to the guest room. Now seeing all those text messages makes me regret not opening my inbox before going to bed.
Messages from Sandra:
7:21pm
'Hey, how are you doing over there? And how was your journey?'
7:42pm
'Wendy are you very busy? Call me when you have some time to talk.'
8:09pm
'I couldn't see you off today because I sprained my ankle. I am fine though, Andrew is helping me so I'm totally fine.'
10:17pm
'Don't forget to take pictures, I want to see all the places you went without me.'
10:19pm
'Goodnight girl.'
There's one thing I noticed about Sandra. She hardly talks about her pro
