Someone’s feeling better.
Indianna gulped as she read the text. Her heart raced, and she rushed to the window, scanning the area outside. She couldn’t see anyone. Not that she could tell, at least. She quickly closed the curtains and turned toward her wardrobe.
She changed into high-waisted shorts and a white crop top, pulling her dark hair into a ponytail. A small swipe of mascara gave her a more awake look, and she slipped her feet into worn converses. Her school bag swung over her shoulder, and she paused, glancing at the phone again.
I’m outside, sugar.
I told you not to pick me up.
I know.
Indianna rolled her eyes and slipped the phone into her pocket. She moved down the stairs.
"Indianna, is that you?" Iris’s voice carried softly down the hall.
"Yes."
"Where are you going?"
