Mirabella
The morning after the wedding dawned slowly, lazily, with golden light creeping across the estate grounds. I blinked awake to find Alex still asleep beside me, his arm draped across my waist, his face peaceful in the soft glow of morning.
For a moment, I let myself bask in it. This simple, perfect moment. After everything we had been through, after all the storms and battles, we deserved this peace.
Or so I thought.
The first sign that something was wrong came with the phone call.
I was padding barefoot around the room, still in Alex’s shirt from last night, brushing my hair out when my phone buzzed on the nightstand. Frowning, I crossed over and picked it up.
UNKNOWN CALLER.
I hesitated before answering.
“Hello?”
There was silence. Then static. And then—
“You think it’
