Cora wasn't answering my calls, and that was worrying. Now that I knew what had happened before, how Silk had rescued me, I couldn't help but think of the worst.
Damn it, how could I have let her slip away?
I knew she was a crazy nutcase. Fuck, after catching her in my bedroom, masturbating to videos of me that she had secretly taken, I should've called the cops on her ass.
But then I wouldn't have met Esme. And that would've left her alone, and I didn't know what she would've done on her own. She was still... not there yet. She hadn't reached that point in life where she could stand on her own two feet.
But, on the other hand, I really didn't want to get killed by a psycho. "Damn it," I exhaled. "Where is she...?"
"She's not answering?" Jasmine asked, turning down the volume on the TV.
"Yeah." I watched her settle onto the double couch. "My tenth time calling her today."
