Don’t trust anyone.
This is war.
His words resounded in my mind. This is war. I stared at my phone for what seemed to be years, but was merely seconds before his next texts came through.
I tried Vince’s system myself, and it looks like you have to be physically tapped in.
Good luck.
The last few messages flashed on my screen for a second, and then they were gone, as if they had never been delivered. I held my phone in my hand, confused. But there was nothing else, no explanation, and no more little bouncy three dots to let me know there were more messages to come.
I messaged my dad first. And I knew I didn’t want him to worry, so I just sent him a quick voice memo. “Stay safe. Keep me updated. If something happens, I want to know.”
I knew he wasn’t going to let me know. But I hop
