Arianna POV.
I know somethings wrong in Boston almost immediately:
The trucker dropped me off on the west side of Boston and it was now late at night and walking this city wasn’t always the safest.
I see a pay phone and i have the emergency phone number for my Bestfriend Thomas here.
It rings for a second
“Hello. Roses are red” I hear my Thomas start the code. My body physically relax and I let out a sigh.
“Violets are blue but I can’t find you” I respond my voice breaking as I struggle to hold on to my sanity after the last six months.
“Ari sweetheart, where the f**k are you. You know everyone is looking for you. The good and the bad” he tells me off but I’ve never been so happy to hear him.
“I need to get away, I need passports Thomas please help me” I beg him down the ph
