Her phone began to vibrate. Not the one she had in her hands, but the one she bought after dropping a church on her head. Clara reached for her purse and pulled out the second phone.
The phone number was not registered in her contacts, but was familiar. She remembered that range of numbers being given to a woman who had been released from prison two weeks ago. Either she was calling to join up or there was trouble.
Clara accepted the call and placed her ear against the receiver. She knew this call was from a satellite call and waited for Julia to say something.
“I need help,” Julia whispered.
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