Donald’s POV
Back home, I stand by the window, staring out into the dark like I would find answers. My phone feels heavy on my palms, no call from the blackmailers, no threats, no updates and I can’t reach them. Just silence. And silence is always worst.
I pace back and forth. A hundred things running through my mind.
I should have burned the envelope the day I got it.
My eyes twitch. I open the safe again, the contents are still the same except for the envelope.
And rebecca?
I haven’t spoken to her in while
Shit.
I reach for my phone.
Ten missed calls. I see messages.
I move to my call log, my hand hovers over her name.
I exhale and run a hand through my hair. What if Rebecca finds out? What if Delmont finds out?
I place the phone on the table.
I can’t drag Rebecc
