Honey sat in the back of the car as Amanda drove her back to the penthouse, she pulled out her new phone and stared at the screen, her. There was no point putting this off, she needed to know.

The number she dialed wasn't saved. She'd memorized it from Riley's phone bill, when she'd been gathering evidence. Brittany Davis answered on the third ring.

"Hello?" The voice was young, uncertain.

"Brittany, this is Honey Smith."

Silence stretched across the line. Then a small, shaky breath.

"I... ...