CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Charlotte’s eyes opened. It was dark. There were no sounds. Not even thunder, the usual culprit to disturb her sleep.
Or people stealing Christmas trees.
A glance at the clock offered little insight. Five o’clock. Why?
The phone rang.
Her feet were on the floor in a second and she stumbled to the doorway. It was on the counter, vibrating, ringing, and illuminating the area. Rosie? Trev? Mum?
The number was anonymous.
“Hello?”
A long silence. Charlotte pulled a stool out and sat, rubbing her eyes and knowing who this was. Well, knowing what to expect.
“I warned you.”
Charlotte considered ending the call then and there. But something about this persistence fascinated her. “You did.”
“Why didn’t you leave, Doctor?”
“Well, I did consider what you said. That you’d
