19
Angela
My restful afternoon didn’t last for very long. True, I did doze for about a half hour, more out of sheer overload than anything else. My body knew that it needed a reset, even as I fretted over what the hell we were supposed to do next.
Because I’d brought my phone with me upstairs to the bedroom — against Connor’s wishes; he told me to leave the damn thing behind so I could get some real rest — I heard it the second it started buzzing. I rolled over and picked it up, checked the screen. Inwardly, I’d hoped it was Trish, calling to provide a status update on the elders’ meeting with Levi. I doubted he’d give them too much trouble about staying in his apartment, because he knew better than anyone else how much at risk he was. But still, it would have been good to know how he r
