Dina Woodward
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Your best friend, Dina, had been pretty quiet lately in regards to contact with you.
You both had busy lives, but she never went more than a day without texting or calling you.
Now, it was the fourth consecutive day of no contact and you were becoming concerned.
At nearly midnight on the fourth day, a quiet knock could be heard. It was Dina. She was cold, hungry, and extremely exhausted.
“Lexie? It’s me, Dina. Please tell me you’re home…”