[Original Novella] Exit Party, Part 8 (the finale!)


Previous parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

The phone rang again. Angie, surely? Something she forgot to tell me. I grabbed at the phone, my still-wet fingers slipping once before gaining purchase on the smooth, flat slab of metal and glass. “Hello? Angie?”

But it wasn’t her. “No, I…this isn’t a wrong number, is it?” The woman on the other end recited my…