"Beep—"
"Beep—"
The piercing ringtone from the speaker echoed sharply in the vast, silent room.
With each unanswered ring, Camilla's heart sank deeper.
Her delicate fingers trembled slightly as she clutched the phone, her rosy lips pressed tightly together, leaving her fair complexion tinged with pallor.
"We're sorry, the number you dialed is currently unavailable.
Please try again later.
Sorry—"
The automated, saccharine female voice crackled through the receiver.
"Sinclair.."
Camilla turned her glistening, red-rimmed eyes toward her husband, anxiety swirling in their depths.
"Fany *never* ignores my calls.
Never."
Not even late at night.
Not even when she's swamped.
"Maybe she just missed it."
Sinclair could practically feel the panic radiating from her, settling like a weight over his own chest.
Calvin reached out, enveloping her cold fingers in his large, warm palm, willing some of his steadiness into her.
