The video loaded.
An image of Caroline appeared on Nell’s computer screen. No longer was her hair short and red. The video background was blacked out, giving no clue to her whereabouts at the time of filming. Just the woman seated in an armless chair, her long blonde hair pulled back at her nape, resting below the shoulders of her blood-red blouse. A haunted expression Nell hadn’t seen on her in months marred her beautiful, oval face.
Anxiety tumbled into worry. Nell’s mouth went dry. She adjusted the volume and braced, instinctively knowing whatever had forced Caroline out of hiding and into making the video had to be significant. The question was how bad it was, and how many would pay the price. The costs would be heavy. No skirting that truth.
She pushed play to start the video.
On the screen, Caroline drew in a deep breath, then began to speak…
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