The Big Ben chime of Ella’s phone woke her. She bolted upright, her heart pounding and a burst of fear blanking her mind. It was dark. Early. Chilly. Disoriented and groggy, she fumbled for the lamp switch. Her phone did a tiny dance showing a text, and she snatched it up.
Hey, Ella. It’s Josh, Dillon’s brother. I’ve sent you an email.
Hey, Ella. It’s Josh, Dillon’s brother. I’ve sent you an email.Another burst of anxiety had her fumbling her phone. It took two attempts to get her email to pull through.
She scanned the subjects until she came to one from Dillon. She opened it.
Ella,
Ella,Josh here. Dillon zigged when he should’ve zagged and took a bullet to the shoulder. Our medic tended him almost straightaway and assures me Dillon will be fine although he hasn’t regained consciousne
