Jamila
I pick a room on this floor. The room is massive, with a black bed. This one is well-furnished, with an ensuite bathroom and a walk-in closet. There is a lot of dust. I take a shower with the products available, which are not so many.
Leaving the bathroom, I apply moisturizer, wear a large white T-shirt, and crawl into bed. Sleep eludes me tonight. I grab my phone and text my family in the group chat,
I'M WITH MY MATE. I'M SAFE. I'll call when I can. I put the phone on the side table, but it beeps, I grab it.
I'm distraught with you, Jami. How could you leave without a word to us? - Mom.
Why are you not answering our calls? - Eric
I'm happy for you, sis. Our little Jami is the Luna Queen - Zizi.
I turn my phone off after reading the messages and close my eyes, but Nichol
