A corpse lay beneath a stark white sheet, shown on the news he was watching, and Jerome’s brows knitted so tightly together that they seemed to have merged into a single line.
They were, after all, bound by blood. Blood truly is thicker than water, no matter how much anger and resentment he had harbored toward her, that unbreakable family tie still ran deep between them.
All color drained instantly from his face, and he pressed a trembling hand hard against his chest as if to hold his heart in place.
A heartbeat later, he fumbled for his phone in his pocket and hurriedly dialed Angel’s number. Yet all that echoed from the speaker was a cold, mechanical female recording, "We’re sorry, but the number you have dialed is currently turned off or out of service area..."
His features twisted
