Page 21 of Her Wicked Plan

You still alive?

The question makes me laugh to myself before I type back.

I haven’t been gone a full day yet. You really think I could have died already?

You are in the same place as insane people, so your odds are high. That or your Uber could have crashed.

Wow. Glad to hear you’ve been thinking the worst for me. eye roll emoji

I’ve been being a good friend and thinking the worst so you don’t have to. kissing emoji

Before I can start typing a response out, Myles is calling me.

“Missed me that much you needed to hear my voice?” I poke fun.

“Hell yeah! I’m used to hearing your dumbass every single day.” He laughs. “I’m having withdrawals.”

“Awe, don’t worry. I can call you every night for you to get your fix.”

“Don’t tease me,” Myles states with a chuckle. “How are things going? I need to know everything.”

“Well, the room they gave me is nicer than at home, and my office is huge!”

“Damn, they treating it like it’s the fucking Hilton.”

“The whole place isn’t what I expected. It’s a lot nicer.” I glance around the office. “Not even my room and the office. Everywhere else in this place is clean and crisp.”

“So it’s not like the places you see in movies?”

“I mean, it could be in some sort of scary movie, but it’s just different vibes. The walls aren’t stark white; the lights aren’t blinding. It’s almost calming.” The thought of this place being calming is strange in itself.

“Makes sense, I guess,” Myles says. “They might have made it that way to make the patients more comfortable.”

“That might be the smartest observation you’ve ever made,” I joke with a laugh.

“Oh, fuck off, man!” Myles huffs. “I’m not just all looks, you know? I have the brains, too. How do you think I breezed through business school?”

“Sleeping with the teachers?”

“One time!” His voice rises. “She was fucking hot. What did you expect me to do?”

“I don’t know, keep it in your pants?”

“Nah, that’s no fun.” He brushes the idea off. “Speaking of hot, did you meet your patient?”

I nod my head even though he can’t see. “I did.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“Jesus, Leo! Is she hot or what?” He questions, and eagerness drips from his voice.

I debate on how I want to answer this. Yes, Veronica is beautiful, but in a haunting way. You’d only see her type of beauty in your nightmares if you were lucky enough to have that ounce of light in the darkness.

“She is pretty.” I land on that answer, hoping it will satisfy his curiosity.

“You’re holding back, but I’ll take it. Is she as crazy as you thought?”