The Unexpected Call
Later that evening, while the kids were deep into a noisy card game, Rachel stepped outside, phone gripped like a lifeline. There was something almost rehearsed about her quiet exit, the way she moved as if hoping not to draw attention. “Be right back,” she mumbled, avoiding my gaze. I nodded, but my eyes followed her—sharp, alert—as she vanished around the side of the cabin. The air felt different now, charged with the weight of things unsaid. Something was off, and every instinct I had screamed not to let it go unnoticed.
The Unexpected Call
Spy In The Shadows
Curiosity tugged harder than reason, so I slipped outside, careful with my steps, keeping my distance. Rachel stood just beyond the porch light’s reach, her silhouette faint but tense, phone pressed tight to her ear. Her voice was low, words inaudible, but the way she glanced around—nervous, alert—said more than dialogue ever could. Frustration simmered beneath my skin, a pressure mounting with each second. Whatever truth lived in that conversation, it wasn’t meant for me. Not yet. But I was done being left in the dark.
Spy In The Shadows
