“This is David Miller, Anna’s husband. Your daughter is throwing a tantrum—”
“Where is Anna?”
The voice on the speaker changed everything.
David’s smile faltered.
He had expected an elderly nobody.
A confused father.
Someone he could intimidate with a title and a polished voice.
Instead, the man on the other end sounded calm in a way that made the entire kitchen seem to tighten around him.
David recovered quickly.
“She’s right here. As I said, she’s being hysterical.”
“Put Anna on the phone.”
David looked down at me.
I was still on the floo
The pain came in waves now, and I had stopped trying to stand.
Sylvia hovered near the island, staring at the blood on the tile.
For the first time all day, she looked frightened.
David rolled his eyes.
“She can hear you.”
There was a pause.
Then my father said:
“Anna?”
