Margaux
I stepped inside the hut, pulling the wooden door shut behind me. Another day of searching the forest floor had yielded little more than a handful of wild greens. This place was isolated, a crumbling shelter deep in an unfamiliar territory where nobody knew my face. I had been surviving here on whatever the bush offered, keeping to myself, but I kept my old phone line active. It was my only link to anything.
On the table, the small screen showed a single missed call.
.it was celia
She was the one who had pointed me to this forest, offering up the old hut she used to live in before she went back to Ashmere. It was because of her that I had a place to hide when the alternative was far worse.
I hit the call back button and held the receiver to my ear.
She picked up on the very
