ELIANA.
The sun was out.
I was walking through the woods when I pulled out my phone to dial Denver. I found myself constantly looking over my shoulders in search of Blake. Our encounter earlier was somehow all I could think about.
A sigh escaped my lips as soon as my cabin came into sight. Only God knew how many miles I walked to get here. Beep. Beep.
Denver wasn’t answering.
I called again tirelessly, and again until the line went through.
“Hello” But it wasn’t his voice. “Who is this?” I asked. “Who is this?” He threw the question back at me.
“I need to speak to Denver. Tell him it’s Eliana” I muttered and after a brief pause, the strange voice exclaimed. “Oh,” He echoed. “Eliana.” I could tell he knew me now but him, not so much.
“Give me a second” The sound of metal doors openi
