Capítulo 40: The Letter

Dear Jesus,

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"John, I need your help," I said.

"Oh really?"

"Yes, like right now. Can you come pick me up? I have to get somewhere."

"Where?"

"Arrows Children Orphanage."

"Roger that miss." I could almost visualize him saluting on the other side of the line. I smiled.

This is it. My chance to make things right.

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Skrr. Clang. Scratch.

Uh?

Scratch. Thud. Screech.

Ok, what for crying out loud is that nagging noise doing to interrupt my beauty sleep?

It came. Again and again, unrelenting.

I was forced to leave the cozy comfort zone of my new, absolutely soft, purple-themed bed. Hirena laid on the other side of the bed, snoring lightly. Her full brown straight hair was sprawled all over the pillow.

My eyes were still groggy with sleep as I zombie-dragged my feet over to the source of that grating sound.

I traced it to the balcony.

And it wasn't a ghost. It wasn't a stray animal trying to find a temporary home either.