What if she answered but didn’t want to help? Only one way to find out, Elena whispered.
She pressed the call button and held the phone to her ear. It rang once, twice, three times.
Elena was about to hang up when she heard a voice. Hello, it was Marissa.
Her voice sounded older, maybe a little tired, but it was definitely her. Elena’s throat felt tight.
For a moment, she couldn’t speak. Hello, Marissa said again. Is anyone there? Marissa. Elena finally managed to say, “It’s me.
It’s Elena.” There was a long pause on the other end of the line. Elena could hear traffic in the background, voices, the sounds of the city.
Elena. Marissa’s voice changed completely, filling with surprise and emotion. Elena: Oh my god. Is it really you?
I’ve been so worried. I tried calling you so many times, but your number stopped working and I didn’t know where you were and I I’m sorry, Elena interrupted softly.
I’m so sorry I disappeared. I was ashamed and I thought it was easier to just let go of my old life completely.
Where are you? Marissa asked. Are you okay? Are you safe? Elena looked around at the street corner at her blanket at the cardboard box.
Um, I’m not okay, Marissa. But I need your help. I need your help with something really important.
Anything, Marissa said immediately. Tell me what you need and I’ll help you. Where can we meet?
Elena felt tears forming in her eyes, but this time they weren’t tears of sadness.
They were tears of hope. For the first time in 3 years, she felt like maybe, just maybe, things could be different.
There’s a coffee shop on Main Street. Elena said. The one with the blue awning.
Do you know it? I know it. Marissa replied. Can you be there in an hour?
Elena looked down at herself. Her dirty clothes, her tangled hair, her worn out shoes.
She probably looked like someone the coffee shop would ask to leave. But she needed to do this.
She needed to start somewhere. I’ll be there, Elena said. And Marissa, thank you. Thank you for answering.
