The Call for Help
That evening, the secret phone buzzed low in my pocket. It was Sarah. Her voice was a soft whisper, full of tension.
‘Mom, leaving is harder than I thought,’ she confessed, her words pulling at my heartstrings. ‘He’ll notice if I just disappear.
‘ I felt the urgency in her voice, each word wrapped in uncertainty and hesitation. Our conversation was quick, leaving me on edge long after we hung up.