Sep 17, 2019
Zoey was on the phone with her dad as she walked down midtown Verona, heading back to her car. She’d been living here for the past six months and had settled into the daily routine. “Yes, daddy... Things are good here. I’ve been hanging out with Val. She’s doing well.” She prattled on without giving a thought to her surrounding. Then, she felt someone nudging her on her shoulder, forcing her to spin around to see who wanted her attention.