~Eliana~

For whatever reason, Carrie had not been answering my calls all day. I had called her twice in the morning, and this was the third time I was dialling her number this afternoon, before I headed out to see Jennifer, who had requested to meet me at a coffee shop, not far away from where I lived.

“Pick up, would you?” I yelled, as if she could hear me, as the call ended again, without her answering the phone.

I fastened the buckles of my brown sandals, and grabbed a small white bag, which I stuffed with some dollars, a pen, and a small notebook, for the purpose of...