Ethan Carter had always believed in logic. Numbers, patterns, facts-these were the things that made sense in his world. But at exactly 11:47 PM, his reality unraveled with a single phone call.
His penthouse apartment, perched high above the city skyline, was silent except for the occasional hum of traffic below. He sat at his desk, whiskey glass in hand, staring at the blueprints of his latest development project. Work was his escape. Work was safe.
Then the phone rang.
His personal line. The one almost no one had.
He frowned, setting down his drink. The caller ID was blocked. His instincts told him to ignore it. But something-some invisible force-compelled him to answer.
He pressed the phone to his ear. "Who is this?"
A pause. Then, a voice he hadn't heard in three years.
"They're coming for you, Ethan."
His blood ran cold.
The voice was distorted, but he knew it. Knew it like a song stuck in his head, like a ghost that refused to leave him alone. It wasn't possible.
"Sienna?" he breathed.
Static crackled on the line. Then: "Find me before they do."
The call ended.
Ethan remained frozen, phone still against his ear. The room around him blurred, his heartbeat thunderous in his chest.
Sienna. His ex-wife. The woman who had shattered him.
She was supposed to be gone. Out of his life for good.
But now, she was back. And she was in danger.
And whether he wanted to or not, he was going to find her.