“And you?”
“I’ll call again.”
“When?”
“When it’s safe.”
I heard metal scraping against the lock. I squeezed my eyes shut.
And then—BAM! The door shook. At that exact moment…
My phone vibrated violently. Another call. From my husband. I froze.
“Love… is that you? Are you calling me?”
On the line, I heard his voice—desperate, almost shouting. “What are you doing? Why aren’t you answering?”
Something cold crawled up my spine. “But… I’m talking to you right now…”
“No,” he said. “I’m outside the condo. And I haven’t called you even once tonight.”
My blood felt like it had frozen. “Then… who am I talking to?”
The call… was not the real danger. The real danger… was already behind the door.
Silence. Then suddenly he screamed: “HANG UP—NOW!”
It was too late.
On the other line… a man spoke. Calm. Unbelievably calm. “Hello, Sarah.”
I couldn’t breathe. “Thank you for trusting the first call.”
Outside—
The lock gave way.
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