One minute, I'm hugging Skye and we're crying all over each other, and the next, I'm sitting in a room that looks like a dressing room for a very influential stage actress.
"I'm sorry Kiva, I know you like apple, but I only have orange juice in this mini freezer." She says as she opens a bottle of orange juice and hands it over to me.
I don't know whether to say, who gives a shit about preference in beverages right now? Or ask the bigger question, what in the world is going on here? There was no mini freezer when I left. Heck, there was no room! We all stayed cooked up in the same room and we didn't look this clean either.
"I can see it in your eyes Kiva, you want to ask how all this happened. You are so easy to read." Skye laughs.
"That's what someone told me. That I'm an open book. Am I really that simple?" I ask.
