I check my phone, curious for a message from Elliot to hear how his day is going. In another world, I’d love to be there and see the drag shows with him, watch the rally come together and support their cause.
There’s no message from Elliot, but one from Angie appears with a link attached.
Angie: Have you seen this?
When I open the link, it’s a video from social media. Elliot is in front of the climate protest, wearing a sundress and holding something brown in his hand. He looks panicked, and he takes one big glance around before turning and running. The bouncycamera chases after him, but loses Elliot when he throws himself over a fence while some Britney Spears impersonators walk by.
Elliot Peterson Spotted! First Public Appearance at Massive Protest!
I grimace. “Damn it.”
Quickly, I shoot off a message to Elliot.
Hank: Saw the video. Please let me know you are okay.
I add a red heart before hitting send. Concern troubling my thoughts, I step out into the office and head toward the elevator. As I pass Darryl Peterson’s office, he stalks out and looks at the young man working his desk.
“Get my son Elliot on the phone,” he says, voice icy. “Immediately.”
