Michelle
"Are you sure?" I found myself mumbling, even though I had concluded.
"100%," he said. "It’s not a robbery like you said. If it were a robbery, at least it would be, for lack of a better word, messy. This one isn’t messy—it’s clean and precise. A professional."
"I don’t know what the circumstances are, but whatever it is, I suggest you're not safe. It's serious, and I’m coming over."
"What? No." I shook my head.
"You're not going to stop me, sweet thing," he said. "I’ll be there soon. Just hang tight for me, okay?"
I shook my head, hoping somehow he could see it, but the man simply hung up. I was forced to call Barry shortly after.
"Can you beg or, I don’t know, tell him he shouldn’t bother coming? I’m going to be fine."
Barry, however, chuckled in my ear, the distinct so
