Sal's POV:
I sit and listen as Isabel tells me about our parents podcast., “wait go back…dads brother name is- was?” I asked drawing off the “s” in “was.” “Uh…Sal Singh? Why?” “oh that sounds familiar I wonder why?” I say sarcastically, tapping my chin with my pointer finger. I laugh as she nudges me.
We sit in silence for a moment before Isabel speaks up, “wanna watch the rest tonight?” “Yeah, sure, why not,” I respond before continuing “just make sure we don't get caught, mum will go crazy if she catches us.” I chuckle.
We finish the first season. “Wow…That was-” Isabel cuts herself off trying to think of the right word. “Intense” I respond for her. “Yeah” she says so slowly it's like she's trying to sound out the word to a five year old.
We agree to watch the second season later that night. After our parents go to bed I knock on Isabel's door. Six times. She didn't respond so I just walked in. When I do, Isabel is staring at her computer screen, as if she saw a ghost. “S-Sal?” She stumbled over her words, she doesn't usually do that. I walk over to her, looking at the computer, just for it to say “AGGGTM The Disappearance Of Jamie Reynolds.” We sit in silence.
Isabel rushes to grab her phone from her bedside table. “What are you doing?” I question her, “calling Jane” she says, sternly. “Isabel, it's 1am, she's not going to-”
But just before I can continue, Isabel starts talking.
“Jane? Meet me at my house. Tomorrow. 1pm. Sharp. Bye” she hangs up. I guess tomorrow we'll have to tell Jane.
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