“Get me out of here!” Lorelei whispers the plea, grips the phone with slippery palms, and keeps a lookout for her captors.
On the other end, Lorelei hears his sigh, heavy with sleep.
She raised her voice, risking discovery. “I’m not exaggerating.” She pronounces each word so as not to be mistaken.
“Lorelei.” She knows this voice. “Camp isn’t prison and a week without a cell phone won’t kill you. Now return the counselor’s phone, and go back to your bunk. It’s only the first night!”
Lorelei’s father disconnects.
Worse. She forgot where she found the phone.