Evangeline
Gulping, I throw my shirt back on and answer the call. Dad’s face appears on the screen, but I keep my phone’s camera blocked with my thumb.
“Hey, Dad.”
“Hey, Pumpkin.” He smiles, but he’s peering intently at his phone. “I just woke up, thought I’d call to say hello. Is the video call not working?”
“Oh, um, just a second,” I say, hustling out of my room while I try to smooth my hair down into a not-just-f****d situation. I hurry downstairs, bare feet quiet on the floor. It seems wisest to put as much distance between Leonard and me as possible.
Finally, I’m in the living room. I settle onto the edge of the couch, trying to look relaxed even though I’m anything but. I scrub a hand over my face. I’m not sure what evidence could be left behind, but I’m not taking any chances.
