Leela stared at the smartphone Fennigan had just handed her. It felt heavy in her hand, not because of the device, but because of who she was about to call.
"She’s going to kill me," Leela whispered.
"She loves you," Fennigan corrected. "Make the call."
Leela dialed the number she had memorized since fifth grade.
It rang once. Twice.
"Hello?" The voice was tired.
"Ginny?"
There was a silence on the other end so profound it felt like the line had been cut. Then, a shriek that nearly shattered Leela’s eardrum.
"Lee?! Oh my god. Where are you? Are you okay? I called the police! I called the hospitals! I thought you were in a ditch!"
"I'm okay," Leela said quickly, tears pricking her eyes. "Ginny, listen, I'm safe. But there is so much I need to tell you. I can't explain it over the p
