New York was certainly not South Africa. Nights were difficult. Bella would lay awake and listen to the endless sound of traffic: of blaring car horns and screeching tires, police sirens and random shouts. Was NYC always this loud? She rolled over for the fifth time and pressed her pillow tightly over her head. She missed the lovely breeze that usually floated through the window and cooled the air on those warm, balmy African nights. She missed the random sound of animals in the distance. Most of all, she missed being able to walk down the hall to Nathan’s room to visit him whenever she felt like it. She missed his arm around her on nights and the way he always kicked the covers off before the sun rose. Oh how quickly she’d fallen into this habit; how quickly she’d learned to love these sweet little moments. Belie was still in London, along with the dogs, and the apartment felt empty. For once Bella wasn’t happy to be alone. The night seemed to drag by slowly, and by 4am, Bella decided to give up and get out of bed. There were so many things to be done anyway. Back in New York, there were plenty of things to take care of: her upcoming graduation, doctor visits, she had to be sure to pay the rent, and she certainly had to start looking into the next adventure. It was around 9am when she headed downstairs to check the mailbox. She didn’t expect anything other than the occasional bill or junk mail, but she was surprised to see an envelope. She turned it over and noticed that the return address was in South Africa. A smile lit up Bella’s face. She headed back to her room, already starting to open the envelope while she was in the elevator. Dear Bella and Nathan, Bella couldn’t stop grinning. Immediately, she started getting dressed. She would head to the shelter right now and show Nathan for herself. She also needed to call Belie. The missionary work sounded perfect for her little sister. She sent Belie a text and then called Nathan while she was in the bus. “I hope you’re at the shelter, because I’m stopping by. I have something I think you'd love. Want to have lunch?”
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