“I can’t do this,” Tessa said, not for the first time. She had no idea how much time had passed since she’d gone down the steps at the cottage, and an unfamiliar notification met her ears again.
Then again.
She finally realized the beeps came from the phone she carried in her hand, and she lifted it to look at it. The sunshine glinted off the screen, nearly blinding her, and she winced away from Janey’s phone.
Janey’s phone.
Janey’s Tessa spun, her mind stuck in some sort of hamster’s wheel that couldn’t produce coherent thoughts.
The device rang, and Tessa used her body to shield the sun so she could see who was calling. She was calling, and a moment of being inside some sort of vortex sent a vein of whiplash through her.
“Of course,” she said, getting her bearings. She’d gone east
