Someone was grabbing my legs, and I could hear muffled voices in the dark. I quickly switched on the light and exhaled when I noticed my children in my room.
My phone vibrated insistently in my pocket as I made my way to the car, the cool evening air brushing against my skin. I reached for it, my heart sinking when Violetta's name illuminated the screen. I stared at it, the ringing echoing in my ears, before letting it go to voicemail and turning the phone off with a sigh of frustration.
"You're done for the day. Give the keys to Mark." The driver, a tall man with a stern expression, bowed slightly and handed over the keys to Mark, who accepted them with a nod.
I frowned, my mind replaying the last conversation I had with her… Calista. Her name was like acid, burning my tongue, yet she managed to invade my thoughts all these years. She never truly left, her presence lingering like a ghost in the corners of my mind.
