Lyse's grip tightened on the phone, her knuckles white. "What do you want, Ophelia?"
"Want? Oh, I have what I want. I have a lovely new friend. She's a little shy, but we're getting to know each other. Do you want to say hello to my friend?"
There was a muffled sound, a whimper, then a small, terrified voice. "I want my mommy."
A wave of nausea washed over Lyse. Lily.
"You monster," Lyse breathed, the words barely a whisper.
"Monster?" Ophelia laughed, a sound like breaking glass. "I'm the victim here, Lyse. You and your lover… you took everything from me. So I'm going to take something from him. I'm going to take his hope. And then, I'm going to make sure your father regrets everything he has ever done."
The line went dead.
Lyse sank onto the plush sofa, the phone slipping from her numb fingers and clattering onto the marble floor.
She did not know what to do, she hated being locked up here, unable to do anything, not knowing anything.
