Chapter 11

• Ayla
• A week slipped by, each day an exact copy of the last. Wake up, work at my father’s tech company, try to socialize with my coworkers, come home, lose myself in a movie, and sleep. The memory of the warehouse, the swirling portal, and Rex... it all felt like a distant dream. The kind of dream that felt real but wasn’t.
• I still instinctively patted my pockets for my phone. Gone. I must have lost it in the chaos of that... event. Probably for the best. Who would believe me anyway?