I had always considered her cynical.
That night, I understood.
I finally fell asleep sometime after three.
At eight seventeen the next morning, my phone rang.
An unfamiliar number appeared.
I almost ignored it.
Then I answered.
“Hello?”
“Mara? This is Daniel Mercer, from Mercer Freight Systems.”
I sat upright immediately.
Daniel Mercer wasn’t merely Dylan’s boss.
He was the regional executive overseeing one of the largest commercial development projects my design firm had ever handled.
We had spoken several times professionally.
But he had never called my personal number.
