The next morning, Debbie woke up feeling hollow. Her body
was exhausted, her mind still tangled in the web of her
thoughts. She couldn't bring herself to study, nor could she
muster the energy to apply for jobs.
The days blurred together. She avoided friends and family,
too ashamed to admit how deeply she was struggling. Her
thoughts circled back to Pasco over and over again. Did he
ever miss me? Did he ever think about reaching out?
The answer felt painfully obvious. If he cared, he would have contacted her by now.
Despite this realization, a tiny part of her clung to the fortune teller's prediction. November had passed, and now its December was slipping away. Would January or February bring a reunion? Or was it all just a cruel joke?
Her doubts grew louder each day, but so did her prayers.She prayed for clarity, for a sign that she was on the right path.