(Esther's Point of View)
It was like a storm cloud of doubt hung in the air after Matthew's phone call from the past. I got a call that made my spine tingle, and as soon as I heard it, I knew things would never be the same. Those haunting words broke the fragile silence and tension in the room.
"Matthew, your past is coming for you." And it's going to hurt more than you think.
I stood in the hallway outside Matthew's office, where the door was slightly open, and listened as his voice cracked under the pressure of the conversation. His voice, which is usually very calm, was full of something I couldn't quite put my finger on—fear, regret, or maybe both. But whatever it was, it made me feel cold all the way through.
I tried to calm my breathing down, but my heart was pounding in my chest
