Am I the reason he got arrested?
When I finally turn on my phone, there are no new messages from Ryder.
Just Adele and Kylie…
Adele
I miss you, Miss Jane.
Please text me back…
I want you to hear me play this new piece.
Why did you leave ME without saying goodbye?
Kylie
I’m sure you’re still in bed, but call me whenever you’re up at ’em again.
Hey… You alright?
Random question: I think I may have given you some defective pepper spray canisters. Can you spray them outside to check when you can?
I’d hate to have given you something that doesn’t work… especially if you’re ever in real danger. :-)
Bitch…
My blood is still boiling.
I want nothing more to do with her, but I refuse to let her know that I’m aware of what she’s done. That if Ryder wasn’t locked away, I’d have him make her disappear since she loved to bring that power of his up so much.
Yeah, I dropped my purse in the tub and they’re soaked. Just letting them dry out.
Ah! Hate when that happens!
Well, I mailed you a few more, and they should’ve been there by now, so be sure to use them whenever you do leave!
Sure thing! Thank you so much!
Always!
I shake my head.
Before Ryder, I would’ve easily bought into her bullshit reasoning.
I change her name to “Effin Traitor” in my contacts.
As I’m saving it, a call from an unknown number crosses my screen.
My breath catches.Ryder?
I hesitate. For half a second, I think it might be Kylie—another tactic, another lie.
Then I answer.
“Hello?”
“Miss Jane?”
