An ominous warning
My hands, now steady with a mother’s resolve, reached for the phone. But then, a scrap of paper, wedged beneath the landline caught my eye. The message was scrawled in jagged letters, “Call the police, and she pays.” The threat clung to my skin like a shroud. I was frozen, the phone an impossible weight in my hand. It was clear now; this was no random act – it was personal, and it was meant to terrorize. And it had done its job well.