Chapter 42 Too Late

Noah's phone rang at midnight.

He'd been staring at his laptop for three hours. Unable to focus on anything except the silence from Leighton.

Five days. Five days of messages going undelivered. Calls going straight to voicemail.

Unknown number. He answered.

"Hello?"

"Noah." Vanessa's voice. Smooth. Satisfied.

His grip tightened on the phone.