GIADA
I’m afraid to let go of her in case this isn’t real, in case Anessa disappears somehow. If the situation weren’t so bleak, I’d probably be shouting and squealing at the fact that she’s in front of me and actually alive.
Stepping back while holding on to her hand, I wipe my eyes and take in her appearance. She’s wearing a ratty brown dress that‘s frayed at the hem. It’s much too loose on her. Even though it flows, it’s evident she’s lost a lot of weight. The long blonde locks that she was always so proud of look dull, and her usual bright blue eyes don’t shine the way they used to.
“How is it possible that you’re alive? Everyone thinks you’re dead. What happened to you?” I stare at the collar around her neck.
“I’ve been here the whole time,” she says solemnly, letting go of my
