Elizabeth
The air feels heavier as I glance at the screen. The name on the display sends a wave of dread washing over me.
Christopher.
Did he know where I was? Is Christopher watching me?
My hand freezes, the phone trembling between my fingers. I don’t know what to do. Should I answer? Should I ignore it? But ignoring him always makes things worse.
“It’s Christopher,” I whisper to Sebastian, my voice shaky.
“Don’t pick up,” he says firmly, stepping closer. His hand rests lightly on my arm, grounding me.
“I have to,” I reply, swallowing hard.
“No, you don’t,” he insists, his eyes searching mine. “You don’t owe him anything, Elizabeth. Not after everything he’s done.”
“But I do,” I say softly, more to myself than to him. I swipe the screen, pressing the phone to my ear.
“Where the
