Once Upon a Story of Us
"I'm so sorry, Evelyn. I drank too much earlier and wasn't thinking before I spoke."
Evelyn, of course, didn't blame her. With a smile, she reached out and ruffled the girl's hair before urging her to get some rest.
When her room was tidied up and she had showered, Evelyn lay in bed and unlocked the new social media account she had created before coming to Algaria.
Only one close friend had her new contact information.
No one else knew where she was. No one else could reach her.
Yet, now, dozens of unread messages had flooded her screen, the notification count still climbing.