"I'm not wearing that," I stared at the image on Cherry's phone with disdain.
She shook the phone like I was a cat she could entice with a little movement. I pinched the bridge of my nose and shook my head.
"You'll get paid overtime for working the event."
"I'll do it."
***
My mother hadn't shown herself since the incident outside The Artemesia. Still, every stretch between school buildings made my heart pound. Luckily, being in my junior year, most of my classes took place in one of the two biology buildings on campus. Luckier still, there was a dingy, poorly lit, underground hallway leading between them.
One of the women who worked in the lab at the same time as me listened to true crime podcasts. Recently she'd been stuck on stories of cave divers, stuck too far down in some nook or cranny for even the reaper to rescue them.
