Violet CLAW
"I’m going to start the perimeter cleaning. We’ll see you out there."
Left alone, I pulled out my phone. I was fuming. Cole took it. He always took them. I didn't understand his obsession with my hair ties, but I was tired of losing them. I opened the messaging app and fired off an angry text: [Did you take my hair tie again? I only brought one this time!]
I shoved the phone in my pocket and grabbed a spray tank, heading out to join the disinfection crew.
I didn't realize until my phone began buzzing incessantly that I had sent the message to the Clamville Medical Support Group—a chat filled with fifty doctors, nurses, and the entire Ryder Global rescue team.
Bab Populer