be a problem. I will deal with him.” Tears burn my eyes, and I sniffle as I fight them off, pulling my legs to my chest. Laying my cheek on my knee, I tap the phone, checking the time. “I hate it here.” “Tell me where you’re at, and I’ll come get you.” “No,” I say, shaking my head even though I know he can’t see me. My eyelids droop, obscuring the plexiglass in front of me, and I find it easier to let them rest. “Here. Aplana Island. I’m lonely.”
