Kayla didn't bother shooting a text. A-B wasn't in touch. And there was no text to look forward to from A-C. No surprises there.
Nina carried on with her life the same as she had before her trip to the aquarium, and she tried to forget about it, but it was too easy to remember bad experiences. If someone came knocking at her door and it turned out it was Jesus dropping by, promising to answer any one prayer she made, she'd pray to forget that that day happened. But simply forgetting was proving to be impossible, and Jesus hadn't made home visits in the last 2,000 years, so the next best option was to distract herself with her usual hobby of whittling away the time with whatever activity seemed good at the time. On this particular day a week later, the winning activity was reading a magazine. She was lying on her bed with it when her cell started ringing. It was A-B.
Oh? Is she actually trying to stay in touch? She answered. “Hello?”
“She's dead! Kayla's dead!”
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