"Spam."
Camille let the word hang in the chilled air of the limousine. She didn't look at Yanna. Her amber eyes remained fixed on the tinted privacy glass, watching the neon blur of the city passing by.
"Yes," Yanna whispered, her hands gripping the fabric of the white sundress. "Just a promotional message."
"From which company?" Camille asked.
The tone was conversational. Casual. It was the tone of a predator asking a trapped mouse about the weather.
"A... a telecom provider," Yanna stammered. "Offering a data upgrade."
"Fascinating," Camille murmured, turning her head slowly. The ambient light caught the sharp angle of her jaw. "And you felt the need to immediately delete a data upgrade offer? While sitting across from your mother? While holding my hand?"
"I like my inbox clean," Yanna said.
