A Sinister Souvenir

Tristan sneered and pinched my cheek. “I hope you’re telling the truth.”

After Tristan departed, I planned to return to bed and take another nap before starting my day, but my phone on the nightstand had started buzzing.

I took a peek and noticed I have an incoming call from an anonymous number. The first call was hung up by the person on the other end because I had no intention to pick it up.

Aft