Dragomir was still trying to process the information he left with after the factory mess. Still in Serafina’s body, he pondered about how to find her wherever she lived in this world.
He responded to the text message with, “Where are you?”
A prompt response was sent back, “Are you okay, Rafi? I am at home. I told you I will be early today.”
Where the hell is home?
He went back to Rafina’s social media, and of course, did not get any clues there. She was playing it safe. Smart girl. However, she was tagged in some public photos. She probably had not noticed yet.
The street was familiar. It was right in the middle of Peter’s Walk and Meadowtown. Okay, maybe not exactly right in the middle, mathematically speaking, but roughly. A house drew his attention, a house in bright blue.
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