Once I was sure she had left, I changed into a black hoodie, black yoga pants and pulled on a blonde wig. I looked nothing like myself. I booked a ride using Eva's name and headed straight to the hotel where Jake was staying — discreetly, quietly, without a trace.
He had already asked me to remove my SIM card the day before and hand over my phone today. I knew what that meant. I knew what he’d find.
Damon had been extremely furious when I didn’t respond to his calls or messages. I had fed him excuses, lied through my teeth, told him I was overwhelmed with assignments and couldn’t focus with my phone buzzing. He didn’t buy it, but he didn’t push either.
To stay in touch, I suggested we use a lesser-known encrypted messaging app suggested by Jake — one that allowed us to connect via email
