Ryan's POV
I froze, my eyes locked on the unknown number glowing on my screen. The low, gravelly voice on the other end sent a shiver down my spine. I didn't recognize it, and that only added to my growing unease.
I cleared my throat, trying to sound calm, and slowly got out of bed, careful not to disturb Clarabell. She was still sleeping peacefully, oblivious to the sudden tension that had gripped me.
I quietly padded out of the room, the phone still clutched in my hand, my heart racing with anticipation.
"Yes, this is Ryan. Who's this?" I demanded, trying to keep my tone neutral.
The voice on the other end was detached, robotic. "We're calling from the private correctional institution. Mr. Ron claims that he's your father and would love for you to visit him on his visiting day."
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