Pushing away all the what’s and if’s, I decided to meet Gizelle. I don’t know what problem she has put herself into, she was panting and her voice worried me. I hope she’s fine and not in some big danger. I ran as fast as I could with these high heels that I was wearing. I reached the place in thirty minutes but I did injure my feet in the process.

I waited outside the storehouse but no one was to be seen around so I dialed Gizelle’s number. “I’m waiting outside the storehouse. Where are you?” I asked when she picked up the call.

“Come in. I’ll meet you...