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Angela - Two Weeks Later
The police released my apartment two days after the incident. Two days after Braun left. There was no way I could’ve stayed with my parents that first night. They’d have asked too many questions, and I hadn’t had any answers even though I knew more than most after listening in at the hotel. I’d just wanted to climb in bed and cry. And cry.
Since my BFF Casey had still been in Paris, I’d let myself into his apartment—we’d traded keys eons ago—and stayed for three days. I’d called in sick for work because there was no way I could clean the VIP floor and listen to the contestants gossip. While I’d wanted to skip school, I couldn’t do it. I’d come this far and taken so long that I wasn’t going to blow my degree now.
Just because an alien had swept me off my feet
