LANDON’S POV

“I... I.. am Gina. You can call me Gina” she replied with her teeth exposed in what appeared to be a sheepish and ridiculous smile.

I would have sworn that she was mad, but hearing her speak, I knew that that was not the case. But why does she look so haggard and smelly with dust and dirt all over her? And why was she talking to herself?

But then there was something familiar about her when she spoke that made me feel obligated to listen to her.

She has never met me, that I am sure of. And even if she had, she would not be able...