ISLA~
My hand wouldn't stop shaking. I sat there for over an hour wondering what to do next.
I couldn't trust anyone. I never had. And the one time I finally let myself... look where it had gotten me.
The fire of the burning warehouse, the fire at Chris's just now, and that freaking explosion back then.
I knew none of them were political. All this just to cover up one death. God this man was much more crazy than I was. But two could play at that game.
Even if I—
The car suddenly got quiet. I sat there my mind blank.
Elara.
I took out my phone and dialed for Ernest. I didn't want her thinking I left her or something.
"Fucking pick, you—"
"Hello." his voice came through as the line connected. "This is surprising. What's up?"
"Erm…" I cleared my throat. "I got kind of busy. Could you step in for me today. Take Elara to practice."
"Well, I got nothing doing so… yeah."
"Big thanks. I'll send security over and I'll send your pay."
