Lyla

I had no idea how long I sat there on the floor before I remembered I had my phone still tucked into my jeans pocket.

Sometimes past-me really had future-me’s back. That was for sure.

I had no idea who the hell I was going to call, but I had to try someone.

Pulling my phone out, I dialed Melanie first. Her groggy voice answered me only a moment later.

“Mmm… Lyla?”

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