"A laptop. Can you access it remotely?"
"Maybe. Have you turned it on?"
"Not yet. I haven’t even opened the lid."
"Do it now."
"Okay. I don’t have long. Aidan will come looking for me soon. I just wanted you to have this information now."
"You’ve no idea how much I appreciate that, Savannah."
Oh, I did, and I didn’t need him to tell me how much.
The second I opened the lid, a piece of paper fluttered with the movement.
A note.
Star’s scrawl was there in black and white.
"She left a note."
"What does it say?"
"Savannah, this computer has never been hooked up to the internet. I need you to go online by piggybacking off your cellular data. If you don’t know how to do that, Conor will help. BUT you must connect it to your phone first.
I hope I see you again.
Star."
I let out a ragged sob before I could stop myself.
"Everything she sends me feels like a goodbye."
"I know," he snarled. "Goddamn her for doing this alone when she isn’t anymore."
His words hit home because I genuinely didn’t know if Star knew that.
Even when she’d been surrounded by thenoxxiousfamily, not just the relatives but the extended members, the non-creep roadies who had traveled with us all our lives, the backup singers who’d been around since we were kids… she’d been alone.
She was that kind of person.
"Are you hooking it up to your phone?"
"I’m going to now."
Switching on the hotspot function on my cell, I turned on the laptop. There was no password which was weird for Star, but it let me connect to my cell easily enough.
"Now what?" I groused.
"What’s going on with your phone?"
"Noth—" I peered at it in surprise. "Oh!"
"What?!" he barked.
"It powered down."
"Turn it back on."