Ava’s POV
I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands trembling as I racked my brain, trying to make sense of it all. The voice on the phone, it haunted me. Why couldn’t I place it immediately? I kept replaying it over and over, dissecting every syllable, every chilling word. And then, like a slap across the face, it hit me.
Annabel.
How did I not recognize it immediately? We hadn’t spoken in years, not since the day she betrayed me so deeply. We had been close once, like sisters, but after what she did, after she tore my life apart, I had made it a point never to think of her again. I had pushed every memory of her into the deepest corners of my mind, hoping to forget.
But why now? Why was she back? And why would she want to hurt Tristan, to hurt me?
I couldn’t sit still any longer. My le
