She kept glancing toward the entrance as though she wanted a reason to leave.
“What happened?”
She folded her arms.
“What did my father do?”
“Nothing.”
“Then why did you block me?”
Hannah removed her telephone.
Her fingers trembled so badly that I took it from her.
The first message had come from an unknown number.
STAY AWAY FROM THOMAS MORGAN. YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HE IS CAPABLE OF.
Below it was a photograph.
Hannah and Dad leaving the restaurant.
The image had been captured from across the street.
Dad held the door for her.
Hannah was laughing.
“When did you receive this?”
