Leilani.
Contrary to the kind of life I've been living for the past few years, the last couple of days have been quiet and peaceful.
I simply just went to work, worked, came back, hung out most evenings with Maya; Rinse and repeat. Rinse and repeat.
And all in all, life was good.
The samples I'd collected from Agnes and taken in for DNA testing had turned out to be faux, in the sense that according to the doctors, they had no hair follicles attached to them, making them impossible to be used… but most times, whenever I thought about it, it wasn't the samples I get worried about, it was her.
It was the fact that I haven't been able to reach her in days. The fact that it has been radio silent on her end.
I set down my tray of baked cookies and turned away from my oven when these thoughts swarmed my mind and in worry, I took off my hand gloves and walked out of the kitchen, successfully forgetting about the cookies I'd just spent the last three hours baking.
