As I was getting dressed, I received a text from Troy asking me about Emilie. I tell her that he’s looking for her, but she doesn’t seem to be in the mood for him. “I really don’t feel like talking to him,” she says with a sigh. “Would you like me to?” “That’s okay,” she smiles. “I don’t want to involve you anymore than I have. I’ll talk to him. I’m just gonna call the locksmith first, and then head to the house. Are you able to take me back home, or should I call a cab?” “Of course I can take you.” “I just didn’t know if you still had…uhh.” She pauses, unsure of how to finish her sentence. I ease her worries and smile. “I know you met Thalia.” It’s weird referring her to Thalia, I do much prefer Nathalia, but I know that’s how she introduced herself. “Oh. Yeah. She seems nice.” “She is.” “Why doesn’t anyone know about her?” she asks. “It’s…complicated,” I answer, because that’s really the only answer I have. I’m appreciative that she leaves it at that.
