Sydney

We got kicked out of the mall.

Well…not exactly kicked out. More like chased out.

Let me explain.

“Come on, slowpoke!” Maeve had yelled, nearing the large building like it was her father’s complex, her energy still ridiculously high like she was running on vibranium instead of oxygen.

Meanwhile, I was fighting for my life behind her.

And before I could even ask what exactly we were doing there at almost closing time, she’d already disappeared through the glass doors.

“I think we should get matching PJs. Or maybe sleeping bags.” She said, moving through the aisles. “Wait, no. You should just sleep in my bed. That’s way more...