Bulls**t. Try Again.

She closed her eyes, begging the pounding to end. Her phone vibrated in her leggings pocket. Not even thinking, she reached in and hit the green answer button.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Little One.” That deep, smooth baritone voice instantly soothed her headache. Claire gripped the phone tighter, afraid this wasn’t happening. She quickly turned the camera on. She needed to see him.

“What is going on, Mal? You just left last night. I’ve been worried and no one here is giving me any info. Hold on a sec.” She took off down the hall, ignoring the stares from the living room.

Once inside the comfort of her room, she grabbed her laptop, turned on some music, cranking up the volume. She knew the others were trying to eavesdrop, so she would make it difficult for them, at least.

“Ok. Care to explain?” She couldn’t hide the pain and anger in her voice. She made herself sit at her desk, looking out her window down at the street.

“I needed to make sure everything was all right…”

“Bullshit. Try again..” H