18. EVE
The little slip of paper had taken on a life of its own, a trauma sponge soaking up days of anxiety and nervosity. Eve was never one to show her emotions, specifically her weaknesses, and her one surefire method for suppressing them, Vulcan-like, was to face all her fears head-on. It became easier and easier every time. But something about this time had left her feeling like the girl in middle school with the fat nose and the cheap backpack.
Flexing her fingers, she finally just did it, knocked the speaker out of its cradle and tuned the SSB radio with far more deliberation than was required, in order to delay the inevitable.
“This is Patusan calling the mainland. Over.”
Silence. Perhaps they weren’t listening. Then again, perhaps the seeker from Detroit she had hired ha
