Chapter 7 - David Desperately Calls While Begging Us To Return
The digital clock on the nightstand flashed 2:15 AM when my phone suddenly buzzed violently against the wooden tabletop.
The caller ID displayed David’s name, flashing persistently in the dark room as he dialed for the twentieth time that night.
I slid the green accept button and brought the phone to my ear, listening to the heavy static and ragged breathing on the line.
“Elena? Thank God you answered! Where are you? Rachel is having a complete breakdown, and the house is a mess,” David panicked.
“We are somewhere safe, David. And don't bother looking for us,” I replied coldly into the receiver.
“Stop being childish! You ruined Thanksgiving dinner, you insulted my sister, and now you’re dragging my daughter away over a silly toy!” David yelled.
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“A silly toy that holds Grandma Clara’s final will and the true deeds to this entire estate, David,” I stated with absolute calm.
Silence swallowed the line for several seconds before David stammered out a nervous, confused laugh. “What... what are you talking about?”
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