"This is Mr. Web choice, Ms. Green. You should talk to him directly if you have questions.” 

Bernice’s nails drove into her palms, but she didn't feel any pain. It was nothing compared to the suffering in her heart. She made herself calm down after reading Leon’s text messages. 

She texted back: [Aunt. Vivi keeps asking me about last night. I feel bad and don't know how to say it. What do you want me to say, Leon? I'll do what you say. Be honest. Should I say you fought the drugs merely to get away from me? Or that you jumped out of a window to get away?] 

Bernice...