[Original Novella] Exit Party, Part 7
Previous parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
My body felt heavier than usual, like the bath sapped away my strength rather than the reverse. My sopping wet arms and legs dripped everywhere as I reached for a towel so I could get my hands dry enough to use the touch screen.
“It’s Angie on the phone, bro. Don’t ask me how, this took a lot of preparation. I know what you went through…