The next morning, Salem is awoken by a call.
He fumbles around for it, half asleep, hoping that it's not Mercedes or Jordan, because he doesn't want to deal with questioning. Then, Salem remembers that he didn't do as promised—he didn't call Zona when he got home. Shit.
Sure enough, when he picks up the phone, Zona's name and middle school photo are flashing on the screen. The time reads just after noon, and Salem reluctantly presses the green button. He is immediately met with shouting.
"Hello—"
"SALEM."
Wow, she sounds mad. Salem pulls the phone away from his ear at her volume, putting it on speaker to protect his ears. "...yes?"
"When were you going to tell me—how did Cam find out before I did? Why did this even happen—"
"What are you talking about?"
