42: SOS

Fenella’s POV I tried to find contact information for another lawyer who had contacted me before, but I only found one. He couldn't help me either, because he was out of town. He did give me another lawyer's contact number, but that person didn't pick up either. Ugh, just when I needed help, no one came to my rescue. While contacting my mother in Boston would clearly be useless and only make her worry, I suddenly realized that I might not have any friends. I sat silently, staring at my phone screen. My phone battery was down to five percent. Great! I needed to borrow a charger cable, but the police hadn't arrived yet. My hands rubbed my throbbing forehead. Suddenly, I heard an imaginary whisper urging me to contact Laird. "No way," I whispered to myself. Would he help me? Besides, since earlier, he hadn't replied to my messages or answered my calls. I hadn't tried again, but among all my contacts, he was the only one online ten minutes ago. But what would he think if he knew I was at t