Thud!
A dull thud echoed, followed by a crackle of static as the communication abruptly cut off.
Ethan's expression turned grim, a heavy weight pressing on his chest.
Wesley's mention of "them"—clearly, he knew who they were. But who exactly?
"Mr. Thomas, what's happened?" Andrew asked.
"Someone wants Wesley dead," Ethan replied, his voice tight as he rose from his seat. "Mom, Miss Ellis, Daisy, you all go ahead and eat. Andrew, come with me."
His words instantly drained the color from everyone's faces at the table.
Andrew stood up immediately.
Miss Ellis's eyes shimmered with concern, her lips parting as if to speak.
But Mrs. Thomas gently placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her.
"Be careful," Mrs. Thomas urged.
Ethan glanced at Miss Ellis, then nodded at his mother.
After
