Sara’s POV
It was an unusually warm afternoon when my phone rang. The name that flashed across the screen made my heart skip a beat—Uncle Jude. I hadn’t heard from him in weeks, and the sound of his voice had always brought a wave of unease. Today was no different. His voice on the other end was tense, more strained than usual.
“Sara,” he said, skipping the pleasantries. “I need to see you. It’s urgent.”
A familiar sense of dread crept up my spine. Uncle Jude had never been the comforting kind of uncle. He was always more of a shadow, lurking in the background of my life, especially after my parents' death. The coldness in his tone, the urgency without explanation, it all set off alarm bells in my mind.
“What’s going on, Uncle Jude?” I asked cautiously, trying to keep my voice steady.
