The phone's cracked screen flickered in Evie's shaking hand. Spider-web fissures distorted the video message, but she could still make out her face on the screen. She was years younger and laughing into the camera playfully and innocently. It was a sound that now felt alien in her ears.
Her throat rippled as she fought back the tears that were threatening to spill out of her eyes. As the video went on, the strap of her top started inching precariously low as younger Evie gave a sultry look over her shoulder.
Evie shut her eyes firmly, mentally picturing what had come next if the sequence of actions was anything she recalled correctly.
But then the video cut off abruptly there and the caption stood out starkly. Fifty million dollars.
A rush of cold swept through her. She scrambled to her feet and hurried down the hall. "Tommy!"