Chapter 4

The voice on the other end is distorted, robotic. “You’ll never take him from us.”

I slam the phone down, my hands shaking. This is the fifth call today. The fifth threat. All from the same number—blocked, of course.

“Just ignore it,” Sarah had said when I told her. “She’s trying to get in your head.”

Easier said than done.

I’ve been back in Vancouver for three days, but it feels like a lifetime since I stood in that crowded room, watching Marcus turn away from me. Since I ran.

The messages started the next morning. At first, they were…