Waking up, I realized that Ella was not in bed. I looked around with concern that she had already left, but I found her in the living room with her legs crossed, like a traumatic incident did not just happen to her, and she was drinking coffee.
"Good morning," I said to her with a confused smile, which startled her a little.
"Good morning, Mikah." She greeted me back with the cutest smile ever that brought out her dimples.
"Are you okay?" I asked her.
"Sure, I will be; it will take time, though." Her smile dimmed when she answered, so I went ahead and gave her a comforting hug before I decided to ask her the question I had been curious about all night.
"Why were you out at that time of the night, Ella? Even if there was a good reason, why did you not take an Uber or something?" I aske
