Jenny sat a the counter of crowded coffee bar staring down at rippling light reflections in her pitch brown americano. The pleasant micro foam had dissipated as had much of the drink's heat. So long flavor. She kep wating for someone to tap her on the shoulder and let her know that her family was waiting for her in a van oustide or to simply wake up from, what she felt was, a cruel cruel dream. But this was happening. All the calm coffee house conversations and activities were far too mundane to be fantasy. She felt her heart sinking fruther.
She felt vibrations coming from the rain jacket she'd taken from her new bedroom. She reached into the pocket and pulled out her phone. She didn't recognize the name on the caller id: Flora.