I'm walking a step behind the Gamma, my heart pounding loudly. I'm going to see my mate. Will he kick me out? Ignore me like the last time?
The grand doors open, and we enter the house. It's lovely. We walk through wide corridors; I follow him. We are both silent. The Gamma takes me to a large office and gestures for me to sit on a couch. I do that.
He leaves the room. I take my phone out of my bag. Ten missed calls from my Dad, fifteen from my mom, and three from my brothers. I text them in the family group chat,
I'M ALRIGHT. GOING TO MY MATE. I'LL CALL YOU WHEN I SETTLE.
I switch off my phone and put it in my bag, and wait. I wait and wait. Has the Gamma forgotten I'm here? I fidget in my seat, debating whether to leave or be patient. While in my dilemma, the door opens, and the G
