CATHERINE
The shrill ringing of my phone was what woke me up. For a second I thought I was dreaming but when the sound persisted I groaned, flailing an arm across my nightstand until my fingers brushed the phone.
I squinted at the screen. It was… Ronald. My heart stuttered and I checked the time.
2:13 a.m.
Why in the world would he be calling this late?
I thumbed the green icon. “Ronald?” My voice was still heavy with sleep.
“Catherine,” he said, but his voice had an edge, almost like he was paranoid. “What do you really know about the man you let into your house?”
My brows furrowed, my brain was still trying to come to terms that I was just pulled out from a very pleasant dream about chocolate.
“What? Are you talking about Marcus?”
Silence.
I gave a short, incredulous laugh. “Y
