Chapter 2Shirley’s phone buzzed as she frantically tried to turn down the volume. She had forgotten to put her phone totally on silent as she always did right at the start of her class, but with the late night and the slight hangover that she was struggling with this morning, somehow that thought had been misplaced.
Shirley was trying to stay awake during Professor Robert’s English Literature class when she received the text from Chatham. She felt a surge of glee, followed by bitter disappointment, and a nagging feeling that she was doing something very wrong but she didn’t know what.
I want to see you tonight. Come to my place at six. DO NOT BE LATE.
Shirley read the small text over six times trying to decide how she should feel about it. The truth was with all of the gifts she was bei
