I go back to check when she tweeted. Thirteen minutes ago. I decide to send her a direct message.

When you make some confession at thirteen to a total stranger you never imagine at some point in the future that innocent confession will be the beginning of the end.

Petra was her name. I meet her in the streets months after our house was burned down. I was angry and mourning. I just needed to let it all out. She was a meth addict, never sober. I told her everything, She nicknamed me sour honey. I just needed someone to talk to and I was sure she would not remember...