Nina; The real me
She hurried downstairs to find Henry, who was in the living room, scrolling through his laptop.
“Henry,” she called, with urgency in her voice.
He looked up, concerned by the tone in her voice. “You’re done with the call? What’s wrong?”
“It was a call from an unknown number. The person wanted to know if I was at home,” Nina explained in fear.
Henry frowned, closing his laptop. “Did the person say who he was?”
“No, and when I asked, he hung up,” Nina replied, her hands trembling slightly. “It felt... off.”
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