- RAYA -
All I get are two texts: one from Dex and one from Dad saying that all went well and they're going to drop my things at the guest house. They must have no idea how panicked I was the deeper and deeper in thought I got about how stupid of an idea this was for them to go get my stuff.
Dex had a shotgun pointed at him yesterday, and they thought it was a good idea to return there today? Really?
Obviously I wasn't quite awake enough this morning to realize how important it was to try to talk them out of it, and I completely blame that on Dex for showing up here and falling asleep in my room with breakfast and coffee waiting and the unexpected revelation that he had another dream. It was one shock after another. How was I supposed to think clearly after that?