Elena
ElenaI carefully considered my answer as I studied Tane’s broad shoulders and dark hair on the frozen screen. Mr. Gregg had paused the video, and I noticed, oddly, that television-me was nearly half as tall as the real me standing here now. George Gregg did not purchase anything but the biggest and best of everything. I didn’t know they even made screens this big.
“Yes, sir.” I had no doubt the scum paparazzi who had just left had told Mr. Gregg everything. “She thought it would be good for her career, get her extra publicity, but decided against going through with her plans once we had encountered the aliens.” We both knew who she referred to. His daughter. Abigail. I turned from the screen to face him and lied. Flat-out lied. “Abigail knows how you feel about the Coalition. She m
