My grip on the phone tightened, the memories of his repulsive face flooding back with a vengeance.
"What do you want, Bruce?" I tried to keep my voice steady, to hide the fear that threatened to consume me. A sinister chuckle echoed through the line. "Oh, Evie, always so direct. I thought we could catch up, reminisce about old times."
I swallowed hard, my mind racing as I considered my options. The memories of our last encounter were still fresh. Timothy’s stitches may have gone, but the scar was still there.
“Was our last reunion not enough fun?” I gritted out through my teeth
Bruce's laughter was cold and cruel. "Oh, Evie, the fun never ends between us,” he said hoarsely. I noticed how he’d decided on dropping his nickname for me. Somehow, that unsettled me even more.
“Why are you
