The echo of George’s scream rang in my ears long after the phone line cut. My hands trembled as I stood in the center of the living room, gripping the cold device like it was my only tether to sanity. Noah was alive. And he had George.
The man we thought dead.
The man who had vanished after the chaos with Phil.
The man who had once promised to protect me then disappeared like smoke.
My knees buckled, but I didn’t fall. I couldn’t afford weakness now.
Liana was still missing. George was captured. Phil was orchestrating something monstrous.
And Noah, the ghost of our past, had stepped into the light with fire in his eyes.
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Detective Rayford paced the room, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “We can’t track the call. The signal bounced off too many towers. Whoever’s behind this knows
