Britt Andrews Romane & Geschichten

“Wanna talk about it?” “It’s nothing serious” she simply said. I was about talking but the sound of a ringing tone stopped me. I looked beside me on the bed and Brittany’s phone laid there ringing. The caller’s ID says ANDY. I raised a brow. Who is Andy?, I wondered. Brittany got up from the bed and took her phone. She checked the caller’s ID and suddenly seemed nervous. She looked at me and picked the call. “Hello” She said leaving the room and closed the door behind her.

This can't be. This can't be true... I'M IN THE BODY OF HILARY!

Only her parted lips could be seen by Andrew. His gaze ran down her, and in one instant, his eyes darkened as he gritted his teeth. “You're not Patricia Moner.”

His head bobs frantically. "Anything. Take whatever you want." "Thank you." I mean it, too. Fear has succeeded where money failed. He crawls out of the booth into the rain, slamming the door behind him. The monitors occupy the entire wall behind his desk. I lower myself into the chair and punch in the date and time, setting the footage to 4x speed. Families. Truck drivers. Students. Holidaymakers. Hundreds of faces moving through the station without consequence. I see her. Baseball cap pulled low over her eyes, backpack hanging from one shoulder.