I wasn’t planning to go into the kitchen. Not right away. But something about the air in the living room felt too still, too quiet,like the calm before a storm.
Darlington had just gone back upstairs to take a call, leaving me with my thoughts, my engagement ring, and the scent of fresh pancakes Liya had whipped up before storming off to her favourite supermarket.
I tucked my robe tighter and walked down the hallway. That’s when my phone rang.
Unknown number.
I almost let it go to voicemail, because I had received so many calls since last night due to proposal,but there was something different about this particular caller,the call kept coming in so I had to answer it.
“Hello?”
The voice was cold. Female. Calm in a way that made my skin have goosebumps.
“Good,now that you got what yo
