That same night, Joseph had no idea that Rachel was lying awake in her apartment, staring at her phone and waiting for a reply that would never come. He had just finished dinner and was sitting in the study, going through a few documents he had brought home from the office. His jacket lay neatly over the arm of the sofa, his phone still tucked inside one of the pockets. He had intended to look through his messages after finishing the last file on his desk. A sharp knock interrupted his thoughts. One of the housekeepers stepped in."Sir, your father is on the phone."Joseph looked up immediately."My father?""Yes, sir."She handed him the cordless telephone before quietly leaving the room. Joseph frowned. Carlos rarely called him at home unless something was important. Their conversations usually happened during the day, and even then, Carlos was never one to sound anxious.Joseph lifted the receiver."Good evening, Dad."There was no cheerful greeting from the other end."Joseph, whe
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