Andre was changing her body for the better. “Ok. I got it. DON’T MESS THIS UP.”
Sondra sighed, sounding exasperated. “Just promise me you’ll keep your head in the game and stay smart.”
Addison slipped the mask on. It was hard to breathe in this damn thing.
“Promise,” she replied, though it was muffled.
* * *
Addison froze dead in her tracks as she opened the door to the dimly lit room and stepped inside. She gasped audibly, her throat tightened and her mouth went dry. William looked up as a confused expression crossed his face. Then she realized, she had the mask on. He couldn’t see her face. Suddenly, Sondra’s words echoed in her mind. Keep it together no matter what. Addison walked over to the iPad in the corner and glanced at the display. Pettersson’s Symphony No. Seven was set on
