"Who the fuck are you? What do you want?" Reed growled into the microphone, her fingers clamping on the device.
What was happening? How was this possible?
Had he been lying all this time?
Her heart squeezed at the thought.
The secrets she shared... Was anything Laine had said even true?
Who was this person?
Her grip tightened.
"Who are you?" she repeated, trying to keep her voice from breaking.
The crackling in her ears felt like sharp knives stabbing into her eardrums, the loud ringing piercing her thoughts and breaking them apart.
"Looking for a notebook, aren't you? Blue? Hardcover, perhaps?" the voice croaked, twisting its words with false innocence.
Reed sat there, stunned with her mouth opening and closing.
A cackle echoed through the speaker.
"What is wrong Rowan? You are so talkative usually... What's wrong?" Another round of laughter followed.
"Don't you want to tell me how bad it is out there?" it continued, taunting her every step of the way.
"C'mon... Let's talk about your mother... Or maybe your sister? How about your father?"
"Who are you?" she didn't know what else to say, her throat closing up around the words.
How much did they know? Had Reed really mentioned all of those things?
She didn't remember... She didn't remember just how much they had discussed.
Despite having asked multiple times, her question remained unanswered as the voice growled out its final words.
"The notebook is in the workshop... Retrieve it."
The line went silent, leaving Reed's ears ringing and her heart threatening to rip out of her chest. Not even crackling could be heard from the radio... The connection died...
Laine was no more...
"Hello? Hello?" she slammed her hand against the call button.
"Can you hear me? Who are you?" she bellowed, the volume feeling like sandpaper being dragged across the tender walls of her throat.
But Laine was gone...
Could she even call him that? Laine?
Was it his real name?
Her knees trembled, the woman hadn't even realised she had stood up. With a shaky step backwards, Reed dropped back into the spinning chair, a punched-out sound leaving her chest. Her hand travelled to her forehead, fingers grazing the spiky short hair.
Her heart was beating too fast... Too loud...
Her world was spinning...
What had happened?
She released a stuttering breath.
The notebook is in the workshop... Retrieve it...
How would she do that?
After the fateful talk, if she even could call it that, she wasn't sure if she even wanted to anymore... It was obviously a trap... No sane person would go for that...
But was Reed sane?
Was there anything else she could do?
It wasn't about the letter anymore...
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Deep Dark Blues
HorrorDefeated. Discredited. Forgotten. But whatever they say, Rowan Reed is not a quitter. Life hadn't treated Rowan kindly but with a sudden opportunity to research an oceanic anomaly, she takes a leap of faith into the cold depths of the Atlantic to re...
