Angela spent the entire night staring at the phone number Sarah had given her. She sat at her kitchen table, the small piece of paper in front of her, a cold cup of coffee beside it. Every time she reached for her phone, fear stopped her hand halfway.
What would she learn? What truth was waiting on the other end of that call?
But then she thought of Carla's final moments, the way she'd screamed Bella's name, the terror in her eyes. She thought of Jonathan standing in that hospital hallway with no emotion on his face. She thought of that leather pouch he'd hidden so desperately.
By morning, Angela had made her decision.
She picked up her phone and dialed the number. It rang three times before someone answered.
"Who gave you this number?" The voice was male, deep, cautious.
"Sarah Mitchell. She was my sister's nurse."
There was a long pause. "Your sister was Carla Rivers."
"Yes. She died two days ago and I need to know what happened to her."
