Cyndi's heart leapt into her throat. Her fingers trembled violently, and the wine glass slipped from her grasp before she could stop it.
It crashed against the tiled floor, shattering into dozens of sharp fragments. The sound echoed through the quiet mansion like a gunshot.
For a moment, she couldn't breathe. Her entire body froze. The blood drained from her face as her grip tightened hard on the phone pressed against her ear.
Her lips parted several times, but no words came out. Fear clouded her senses…
It was pure and overwhelming. The kind that crawled beneath the skin and settled deep inside the bones.
As though he could somehow see her reaction through the phone or maybe it was her ragged breath, the caller chuckled softly.
A familiar chuckle she had always prayed not to hear anymore, it was a nightmare she had always tried to forget.
"Shouldn't you welcome me, sweetheart?" He smirked.
