The peace that followed the party was sweet. Vienna woke each morning with a smile on her face. She made coffee. She wrote. She spent time with her family. She laughed. She loved. She lived. But the whisper was still there. It was quieter now. Softer. But it was still there. A voice in the back of her mind that said, This is too good to last. She tried to ignore it. She told herself she was being paranoid. She told herself that she had earned this peace. She told herself that nothing could take it away. But the whisper would not stop. And then the threat came. --- It started with a phone call. Vienna was at the foundation, reviewing grant applications, when her phone buzzed. The caller ID showed Ezra's name. She answered with a smile. "Hey, handsome." "Vienna." His voice was strange. Tight. Strained. "I need you to come home." "What is wrong?" "I will explain when you get here. Just come home." The line went dead. Vienna stared at her phone. Her heart began to pound. So
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