Long, slender fingers danced across the keyboard. After a moment, he handed her the phone.

"Give it a try. This ring can speak too."

Jessica glanced at the screen. It was the same app Herbert had helped her download that night.

She froze, caught off guard.

Timothy pressed the phone into her hand, then bent down to gather up the fabric

on the table, stuffing it into his suitcase.

She stood abruptly and placed her hand firmly over his, stopping him.

With careful, practiced gestures, she signed, *I'm not going back.*

Timothy's face darkened at once, a flash of anger in his eyes. "I came all this way

to bring you home myself. What more do you want?"

The words had barely left his lips when his phone rang.

suit pocket, he saw Sheila's name on the

answered immediately.

Am I speaking to Timothy?" The voice on

together. "What

a lot of blood. The last unit you arranged wasn't enough. Could you please send over another bag as

I'll take care of it

another number as he strode for

her thoughts.

it off and placed it in the velvet box Timothy

at her lips. How

he was sincere. She'd almost convinced herself that

fabric from the suitcase and hunching over her sketches

***

be delivered as he sped through the city. By the time he reached the hospital, Sheila was already out of

immediately reaching for her hand, his voice

bathroom and slipped. Timothy, I'm

brimmed with

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