Difficult circumstances

>>Portia

“Are you sure?” I looked at the phone in my hand, “You’re really giving this to me?” My eyes sparkled when I talked.

“I realized you can’t tell me you’re staying out late if you don’t have a way to communicate with me.” I watched Jena as she prepared to leave. There are times when she leaves in the morning to go somewhere looking nothing like an exotic dancer, but rather a completely normal person with a decent job, like now. 

“Thank you,” A smile spread across my face and I clasped the phone gently between my hands. This is like a gift from an older sister, right?

“Just be sure to keep me informed.” She wore a lo