Chapter 19 - A Ghost From the Past
Late one rainy evening, while Gideon was putting Leo to bed upstairs, I sat at my home office desk reviewing quarterly portfolios.
The landline phone on my desk—a private, unlisted number—began to ring with a slow, eerie persistence that made my skin crawl.
I stared at the blinking red light for a moment before picking up the heavy black receiver and pressing it to my ear.
“Hello, Phoebe,” a distorted, raspy voice whispered through the static hiss of the encrypted connection line.
“Who is this?” I demanded sharply, my hand hovering over the silent security alarm button on my desktop interface.
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“You thought locking up Rowan and Selina solved your little family problems... but you forgot about the quiet partner,” the voice sneered.
“What are you talking about?” I asked, my heart pounding against my ribs as a cold dread settled over my stomach.
