Letters And Lies
With a tired sigh, I dragged myself out of bed and headed downstairs to the kitchen for something—anything—to eat.
As I got closer, I heard Sybil’s voice. Low. Secretive.
I stopped immediately and pressed myself against the wall, listening.
“I’ve almost got him, Dad,” she said, her voice filled with excitement. “I told him you’re really sick. He’s willing to sign anything just to help you.”
My eyes widened. I quickly pulled out my phone, pressed record, and held it up carefully.
Sybil chuckled softly. “I know, Dad. Once he signs, I’ll return to the States. They won’t even know what hit them.”
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