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Chapter Seven Daphne My cell phone vibrated on the dresser in my room at the resort. It was only six a.m. here, but that meant it was ten a.m. back in Atlanta. I didn’t expect many calls, so I assumed it was someone from home. Despite the location, there was good reception here because they had a cell tower on a ridge nearby. Lifting my phone from the dresser, I glanced at the screen and saw my mother’s name flash. The phone vibrated in my hand two more times before I swiped my thumb across the screen and brought the phone to my ear. “Hey, Mom.” “Daphne! How are you, dear?” My mother sounded friendly and had injected an extra dose of cheer into her tone. I knew better than to let my guard down. Tension coiled in my gut. “I’m fine, Mom. How are you?” “Well, I’ve been wondering when