C103 Think, Allison. Think.

My hands trembled as I gripped the phone.

The kitchen was cold, but sweat slicked my palms. My fingers trembled as I pressed the phone to my ear, my breath coming in shallow bursts. The house was quiet. The kind of silence that made the shadows seem bigger.

Then, the voice came.

Deep. Low. Controlled, slithering through the speaker.

“Hold on to this like your life depends on it