Laura
The phone call came at 1:17 AM, jolting me awake. I’d barely slept after the emotional whirlwind of the day, and at first, I thought I was dreaming. But when I saw Daniel’s name flashing on the screen, my heart sank.
“Hello?” I mumbled, rubbing my eyes.
“Laura? Thank God—listen, it’s David.”
My heart stilled for half a second. “What about him?”
Daniel let out a groan, clearly exasperated. “He is... Hammered. I don’t even know how to describe it. He was crying like a toddler, ranting about ‘fake Scarlet’—whoever the hell that is—and some ‘dead man Ryan.’ Then he said he was going to kill Ryan in Kentucky.”
“What?!” I shot up from bed, my pulse spiking.
“Oh, it gets worse,” Daniel continued, deadpan. “I heard someone in the background say the name of a pub—something like The Luc
