"I told you not to call me again," Kate hissed into her phone, pacing across Sophia's room. Her silk dress rustled with each step. Sophia was fast asleep, her tiny breaths rising and falling against the soft pillow.
From the doorway, Samantha stood in silence, half-hidden in the shadow of the hall. She didn't dare move.
"If you don't want the truth out in the public, then do as I tell you," a man's voice growled from the other end of the line. Samantha couldn't make out who he was—only Kate's side of the conversation reached her ears.
Kate's face drained of color. She pressed her free hand into her hair, tugging strands loose until it was a mess around her shoulders. "I'll send the rest of the money tomorrow—no delays. Just don't ever call this number again. Do you hear me? Never again!"
Her voice cracked. The line went dead.
Samantha's pulse quickened. The rest of the money? How much? A hundred thousand? A million? What secret is she paying to bury? Does Nick know about this?
