And stared. The sound of the shower running faded into white noise, and the glow of those letters on the illuminated screen grew until they seemed the size of a movie screen. She couldn’t think. Didn’t want to think. GOT IT YET? The sound of the shower shutting off jerked her hard out of the trance, and when she blinked, she saw the afterimage of those letters displayed in the darkness. Haunting her. Hope paged through the phone for more info, but there wasn’t much beyond the phone number to the device and a couple of programmed contact numbers, simply labeled One and Two. She slipped the phone back in his pants and let them drop to the floor, then wrapped herself up in the sheets and covered herself with the duvet. She felt exposed now. Exposed and very chilled. She heard the bathroom door open, and the pad of footsteps on carpet, and then Elijah was sliding beneath the covers.
