![]() ‘Normal’ wasn’t part of her father’s vocabulary. And despite her father’s propensity for paranoia, the cataclysm part of his secret code galvanized her into action. ![]() ![]() As her father’s daughter, her life was neither simple, nor her own. A wrong-number text message would have made sense in a simple, uncomplicated life, rather than in her father’s private code. Drawing a deep breath, she started over, writing as she assigned letters to numbers.Īdrenaline surged through her veins, but as she stood, hope glimmered – maybe the message itself was a mistake. Kicking aside the sheet and blanket, she turned on the lamp, opened the top drawer of the nightstand, pushed her revolver to the side, and pulled out a pen and paper. It was the message she’d been hoping would never come. She gripped the phone tighter, checking her translation. Her hands shook as she mentally translated numbers to Letters. ![]() The number stream, the one and only communication she’d received on the phone that was dedicated solely to transmission of such a message, jolted the last sleep-induced blur from Chloe’s brain. ![]()
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