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My face must be white because Dominic grabs the phone from my hand and yells into it. "Who the f**k is this?" He listens. "Oh, now you can't speak? You're such a f*****g coward that you can't say who's calling?" He listens again, but I can tell the guy's not responding. "Leave her the hell alone! Do you hear me, asshole? Stop calling here. Don't you ever call here again." He slams the phone down. "Jessica, what did he say to you?" Dominic has both hands on my shoulders, staring down at me to answer. "He said I didn't get rid of the letter." "How the hell would he know that?" Dominic is really freaked out by this, even more than when I told him about the previous call. Did he not believe me? Or is it more real now that he's witnessing it? "I don't know. I mean, last time he called he