Chapter 91 When Danger Calls

• My grip on the phone tightened, the memories of his repulsive face flooding back with a vengeance.
• "What do you want, Bruce?" I tried to keep my voice steady, to hide the fear that threatened to consume me. A sinister chuckle echoed through the line. "Oh, Evie, always so direct. I thought we could catch up, reminisce about old times."
• I swallowed hard, my mind racing as I considered my options. The memories of our last encounter were still fresh. Timothy’s stitches may have gone, but the scar was still there.