Morning came slowly.
The sound of rain had softened into a drizzle, the sky still heavy and grey. Durban looked sleepy quiet streets, damp air, and that smell of wet soil that somehow always made Ruri nostalgic.
She stretched lazily, yawning as sunlight peeked through her curtains. Her phone buzzed on the bedside table.
At first, she ignored it, half-asleep. Then curiosity got the better of her.
She blinked at the screen.
One new message.
