I’m practically chomping at the bit to speak to Tessa. I have been for the last two and a bit weeks but today is the day I have finally given into my childish whims and typed the Wi-Fi password (which until now has been laying as a crinkled note on my bedside table) into my phone and I immediately facetimed my best friend. It’s about seven in the evening back in California and I know she should be around. Like the best friend she is, it only takes two rings before her red hair greets my phone screen.
“Holy s**t, I thought you died,” her face drops as she takes me in, and she pouts when she sees my dragged through a bush appearance.
“Surprise, I’ve returned to the land of the living,” I smile and take her in. She’s so familiar, so connected to my version of home that I can feel tears sta
