"Keith?"
The name left Sarah's lips as nothing more than a faint, fragile whisper, the breath catching sharply in the back of her throat the very instant that unmistakable voice filtered through the receiver. A cold, visceral tremor rippled down her spine. The raw psychological scars left by that man were far from healed; the wounds remained open, jagged, and bleeding beneath the surface. Their bitter, exhausting legal battle was still in court, an unresolved nightmare with no end in sight. And yet, here he was. He had reached out using an unfamiliar, unlisted number, clever and predatory enough to strip her of any chance to ignore the call or guard her fragile peace.
"How are you doing, Sarah? Have you received my gift yet?"
