Cynthia gripped the phone tighter, her heart pounding so loudly that she could hear herself think.
Who are you with? Cynthia.
Collins's voice carried a sharp edge of suspicion laced between every word.
Her throat dried. “I…I told you I moved”
Collins let out a low, humorless chuckle. “Right, You moved? And I'm just supposed to believe that?”
She squeezed her eyes shut “I didn't mean for things to happen this way. Things got complicated…”.
‘Complicated?” His voice hardened, “Are you in some kind of trouble?”
Yes, but not the kind you can save me from.
Her stomach twisted; she had to stay calm and had to end this call before she said too much. “No”
“Then where are you?”
She hesitated. That seconds of silence was enough.
Collins inhaled sharply. “Cynthia” his voice was lower now,
