Chapter Four
I tap away at the keyboard, but it's hard to concentrate on anything as mundane as work when there's so much at stake. I hate leaving Oscar alone in my flat. Not because I don't trust him, I do. But because there's still every chance we're going to get arrested as part of the resistance. Even though it's been a few days since the executions and nothing has happened, I still find myself looking over my shoulder at every turn, unable to keep myself from stressing out too much.
The bright ring of the phone takes me off guard, and it takes me a moment to remember that I'm supposed to answer it.
"Good evening, Chloe speaking." I hope the other person can't hear how much my voice is shaking. I'm in no state of mind to be working. I should have called in sick after all.
"Good eve
