Richard's POV
Terror slices through me as soon as I can make the name on the screen of my phone.
Arabel.
Why the hell is she calling at 2 a.m.?
As I step out of bed and quickly answer the call, the sleepiness in my eyes disappears.
“Arabel?”
“Richard,” her voice is raspy, filled with fear and dread. She remains silent for a moment, as if contemplating whether to tell me what happened or not. “Are you still in London?”
The questions come out in a whisper.
“Yes,” I answer firmly with a nod. “What happened? Why are you calling at this time?”
“A shot,” she only says, which gets my heart racing with panic. "I don't know, but I can still hear the gunshots. I'm scared. Daisy won't stop crying…I…I…” she trails off.
I find myself running out of the bedroom to the living room. My car keys
