"Ali, are you alright?"
Mrs. Santiago's concern jerks me from my train of thought. Somehow, between finishing our lesson and seeing her out, I must've spaced out. Because the last thing I remember is us leaving the bedroom, and now, I'm at front of the door, just staring at the knob.
Quickly, I shake my head and grab the doorknob, opening the door wide so she can head out. "Oh, yeah, sorry. What were we talking about?" I ask sheepishly.
She comes closer, but doesn't care about the cold breeze rushing in. Her muddy eyes search mine, checking every nook and cranny for the truth on my face. I guess she doesn't find anything, because she soon says, "We were discussing when you'd like to reach out to your Spirit Animal again."
Oh, right. That.
I clear my throat, but no words seem to come o
