Chapter 2 - Answering The Terrifying Phone Call From My Sister
The rhythmic ringing of Michael’s smartphone pierced through the heavy, suffocating silence of the dining room.
My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird trying to break free from its cage.
Diane stared at the glowing screen with a triumphant, wicked smirk carved across her face.
Michael lunged across the mahogany table with desperate speed, his hand trembling as he reached for the device.
Before his fingers could graze the glass surface, I snatched the phone away from his grasp.
The caller ID displayed my younger sister’s name, glowing brightly in the dim evening light.
“Don't you dare touch that phone, Clara,” Michael hissed, his voice cracking with a sudden, desperate panic.
I ignored his warning, my thumb swiping across the screen to accept the incoming call.
“Put it on speakerphone right now, or you’ll regret it for the rest of your life,” Diane threatened coldly.
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I pressed the speaker button, holding the phone out toward the center of the dining table.
“Hello? Clara? Are you there?” my sister’s voice echoed through the quiet, tense room.
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