Wrong Number
Outside, the first drop of rain fell.
Then another.
The sky opened quickly, heavy sheets soaking the pavement.
Arielle stepped into it without opening her umbrella.
She didn’t care.
She scanned the street, her heart pounding wildly.
“Stop hiding,” she whispered under her breath.
As if summoned by frustration, her phone rang.
Unknown Number.
The rain blurred the screen.
Her fingers hesitated.
Then she answered.
For a moment, there was only the sound of rain hitting pavement.
Then—
“You look better when you’re angry.”
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