count higher. Linda, Megan, Derek, Aunt Patty. I opened the voicemail folder.
Linda’s messages came in waves. Confused first. “Sabrina, call me back. Something’s wrong with the bank.” Then concerned. “Honey, I think there’s been a mistake with Daddy’s trust.” Then the mask slipped. “I didn’t mean what I said, okay? I was having a bad week.” By message continue reading …
