25. Star
“WHAT?!” Cadence shouts back, out of indignation or simple deafness, it’s hard to tell.
“WHAT?!” Aaron echoes her. I’m pretty sure he didn’t hear. I hope he didn’t.
“IF I GET YOU OUT OF HERE ALIVE, WILL YOU MAKE SURE YOUR MOTHER WRITES THAT EXPOSÉ?” I’m already hoarse with the first half of my request.
Cadence squints at my lips, fumbling Hargensen’s little pistol out of her pocket with her left hand, and firing a shot over my shoulder, making the footsteps encroaching from the doorway hesitate for the moment.
I open my scroll, squint my way through the menus to remove the security lock, open the lab app and my voice log with Ronnie so she can’t miss a single word or image of what I have, and wedge it into her pocket.
“THERE’S PHYSICAL EVIDENCE IN MY BACKPACK AT MY DAD’S HOU
