Jessica sat silently in the backseat of the sleek black car, her hands folded neatly in her lap. The city lights flickered past the window as she stared into the distance, lost in a tangle of thoughts and carefully woven schemes. Her reflection blinked back at her in the tinted glass—poised, beautiful, but with a storm swirling just beneath her composed exterior.
The soft, persistent buzzing of her phone from deep inside her handbag snapped her out of her daze.
She frowned.
Every number that mattered to her was saved. Every contact meticulously labeled. So who could this be?
She retrieved the phone from her purse and narrowed her eyes at the unknown number flashing across the screen. A twist of caution curled in her gut, but she brought the phone up to her ear anyway.
“Hello?”
“Mrs.
