At that moment, before James could even say another word on the phone, the line went dead. It wasn't static, it wasn't a bad network Cora had simply ended the call. For a second, James just froze, the phone still pressed against his ear as though waiting for her voice to return.
"Hello? Cora? Can you hear me?" he said quickly, his tone sharp and desperate. But the silence on the other end mocked him. When he finally pulled the phone away to look, his heart sank. The call had been cut. No worse it had been ended by her.
A wave of fury shot through him. His jaw tightened, and his hand trembled as he almost hurled the phone to the floor. His chest rose and fell heavily, and curses spilled from his lips as he began pacing the room like a trapped animal. Everything was falling apart, one piece at a time, and now the only lifeline he had his one hope had just turned her back on him.
