"Oh God, Prisca what have you been up to!" I said to myself obviously frustrated.
"Prisca, if you don't answer me, I swear I'll explode. Please, just call me back. I don't know what to do."
Delivered. No response.
I lowered the phone and sighed. "Wow. Of all times to go MIA, Prisca… it had to be now."
My voice came out tight. A bit hoarse. Like it was holding back something bigger—something louder.
I shifted on the bench, pulling my knees close to my chest. The barracks behind me felt like another planet entirely. Too full of secrets. Of questions. Of men I couldn't read anymore.
"I'm in the biggest mess of my life," I whispered, watching a squirrel scurry along the fence. "And the only person who could talk sense into me is dodging my texts."
