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A Single Phone Call
The Cabin
As the sun rose, Brock started to stir. He heard faint sounds coming from the main room of the cabin. It sounded like the dull clank of metal on metal. But he was still in a state of sleep deprivation, so he gave himself a moment to process the sounds. They sounded simply like Peyton and Will making breakfast.
When his feet hit the cool wooden floor planks, he located his boxer shorts and got dressed. But when he walked into the main room, he saw only Peyton. She wasn't making breakfast. Instead, she was speaking into a cellphone.
"And I'm coming for you next," she said, then hung up the phone.
"What was that?" Brock said as a scowl formed on his face.
"Nothing."
"Nothing? It didn't sound like nothing." He rubbed sleep from his eyes. "Tell me the tr
