Late one evening, working alone in my executive suite, my phone buzzed with an incoming restricted call.
I hesitated before sliding my thumb across the screen. "Hello?"
A heavy, raspy sigh echoed on the line. "Eleanor..." Daniel’s broken voice whispered from a prison payphone. "Please... just listen..."
I didn't yell. I didn't gloat. I simply let the silence hang between us.
"You called the wrong number, Daniel," I said softly, and hung up.
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