~CASSANDRA~
I paced the length of the kitchen, phone pressed to my ear, listening to the endless ringing.
There was no answer… again.
It had been two days since I'd last spoken to Erica, and the silence was starting to grate on me like sandpaper against raw skin.
Where the hell was she?
Our last call replayed in my mind like a bad loop. She'd been at Layla's house, whispering about planting the bugs just like I'd instructed.
"All set," she'd said smugly. "Study, living room, kitchen, bedroom, foyer. They'll never know." I'd reminded her to stay sharp, not to screw it up. She'd laughed it off, promising updates soon.
But nothing since. No texts, no calls. Radio silence.
I stopped pacing and dropped the phone on the kitchen counter, staring at the screen like it might suddenly come to life.
Maybe her phone died.
Or she got caught up in something stupid.
