ELIZABETH'S POV

“Girl, I’m really sorry to hear all this,” my friend Jessica said. I couldn’t keep all this information to myself not when it was choking me from the inside. I needed to talk to someone, and Jessica was the only one I could think of. I trusted her. She always listened, always understood.

“I wish I was with you there in America. I would give you a big hug right now,” she added, her voice softening.

“I was already annoyed with them before all this happened,” I ...