"It's Rowan," she said. "My friend. The one I told you about, remember? From the video calls?"
I remembered. The voice from the small rectangle, the one who laughed loudly and called me a dog.
"I have to answer this. She's already called twice and if I don't pick up she's going to drive up here thinking I'm dead." She looked at me, chewing her lip. "Just... be quiet? And maybe stay out of frame?"
I didn't know what 'frame' meant, but I understood 'quiet.'
She pressed something on the rectangle and suddenly there was a face — the friend, Rowan, with big dark curls and sharp eyes that immediately narrowed.
"Elowen Walsh, you better have a damn good explanation for—" The voice stopped. The eyes went wide. "El. El. Is that a man behind you?"
Elowen turned. I was standing directly behind
