“You’re stuck,” she whispered.
Fatima ran back to her dorm. She opened . It was back to normal. Mugs, pens, yoga mats. But at the very bottom, in 6-point gray font, was a link: Report Lost Item. store.uaeu
“Turn me in,” whispered a voice like static on a radio. “I’ve been lost for twenty years.” “You’re stuck,” she whispered