The ringing of my phone shattered the silence of my office. It was sharp and insistent, cutting through the quiet like a blade. I frowned, glancing at the screen. Unknown number. I hesitated. I never answered unknown numbers. If someone needed to reach me, they could leave a message. But something about this call made my chest tighten, a strange feeling settling in my gut. Slowly, I picked up the phone and pressed it to my ear. "Sebastian." The voice froze me in place. It was a woman’s voice-cold, yet familiar in a way that made my stomach churn. My grip on the phone tightened as the past slammed into me like a train. I hadn’t heard that voice in years. I swallowed hard. “Mother.” She let out a slow, shaky breath, as if she had been holding it in. “So, you still remember me.” I let out a dry, humorless chuckle. “How could I forget?” Silence. Then, she spoke again. “I wasn’t sure if you’d pick up.” I leaned back in my chair, forcing my voice to remain steady. “Neither was
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