There’s a crackling in my ear, and I tense my jaw when her voice comes. “You missed,” she tuts at me, her voice fucking grating on my nerves. “I’m disappointed.” I close my eyes and shake my head, as if it will get rid of the devil’s voice. I have a fucking migraine. “I did,” I reply into the earpiece as Bernadette huffs. “It won’t happen again.” Lie.
