Her Weirdness

Dhalia POV

I get in the car and am driven into the city, trying to keep my thoughts steady. This morning, before anyone else had woken up, I made countless phone calls, desperately searching for a place that could see me today. It took a while, but I finally found somewhere that had time for me.

As I step out of the car, I thank the driver and start walking, the early morning air sharp against my skin. My phone rings, and I answer without hesitation. “Hey, Keeley,” I say, already feeling a sense of determination settle over me. Tonight, I’m getting the answers I need.

“Just calling to see what you’re up to?” she asks, her tone light and casual.

“Currently shopping, but then I’m heading over to Bound In Ink,” I reply, and she laughs on the other end of the line.

“What? Why are you going there?” she asks, amusement lacing her words.

“For a tattoo, why else?” I laugh along with her, but there’s a knot in my stomach that doesn’t loosen.

“What time are you getting there? I might meet you,”