Scout’s POV
"Are you going to keep staring at that dead screen or are you going to let me in?" Simone asked.
She stood right in the centre of the garden path. Her fingers twirled a small blue flower she had probably plucked from the bushes near the fountain. She looked perfect. Her soft blue dress did not have a single wrinkle on it. Her face was pale and her eyes were red like she had been crying for hours. It was a good look for her.
I shoved my phone deep into my dress pocket. My palm was wet with sweat. I had called Harmoni ten times in the last twenty minutes. Every single call went straight to voicemail.
"You should not be here," I said. My voice sounded thin. It lacked the bite I wanted it to have.
"I had to come," Simone said. She dropped the flower and stepped closer. Her sho
