I reached across the mahogany desk and picked up my phone.

The screen went black in my hand.

Vanessa only showed who she really was when she had total control of the audience.

I slipped the phone into my purse.

We left the office and walked back to Margaret’s car in the dusk.

The streetlights blinked on along the avenue.

I opened the passenger door and climbed back in.

We drove back to the Clara farmhouse without saying a word.