"Next."
Zainab.
She missed her best friend. She was already struggling with not being able to communicate with her, and then her "father" came back.
That was something to look forward to. If she was being honest with herself, she was happy that there was someone who would come and take her out of the hellhole that she was in. Just a few days ago, she had discovered that she was adopted. But it was a contracted adoption on very weird terms.
Zainab and her adoptive family were moving from their home, so suddenly. She couldn't understand why. Until she was sent into her adoptive mother's study, to look for some painkillers. She found a pile of documents in a box, it caught her eyes because her birth certificate was peering through one of the dockets. She had never seen her own birth certificate before so she was intrigued. By the time she had finished going through all of the papers, it dawned on her.
