Page 105 of Unspoken Obsession

Finally, my heart stops hammering, and the dizziness fades and I say. "I am going to call the number. It is the only way to get some understanding."

We check on Damion who is still very busy working on his blanket fort - then Frankie follows me to the dining room where we sit at the table.

I have my phone in front of me.

Before I call, I search for the number online.

"What area code is that?" She asks.

"It's Bali," I answer, more confused than ever.

With a deep breath, I open the phone app.

Frankie calls out the numbers one by one as I punch them into the phone again, dialing.

I place the phone on the table in front of me on speaker and we both listen in tense silence as it rings.

"Lux residence, how may I help you." A woman with a thick accent answers the phone.

My heart is racing.

"Hello, I was wondering if you have a lady by the name of Daniela living there?" I ask, not really knowing what I am supposed to say or who I should be asking for.

"No, sir, the only lady who lives here is Mrs. Lux. Her name is Blake."

I glance over at Frankie whose eyes are wide with anticipation.

"Maybe she knows where Daniela is?" She whispers.

"May I please speak with Mrs. Lux - um - with Blake."

"Yes, sir. Of course. Who may I say is calling?"

I clench my jaw, unsure if I should say my real name or if it will cause them to slam the phone down on me.

Finally, I give in. Whoever gave me this number knows who I am and where I live.

"My name is Dante Russo. I am calling from Las Vegas."

The words are right in my throat.

"Ok, sir. Please hold for me while I get her."

The silence between Frankie and I as we both stare down at the phone is so heavy that I imagine if I reached out into the air, I could feel it.

An eternity goes by while I watch the call timer on my phone screen and count the seconds it is taking for Blake to come to the phone.

Will she know where my sister is?

Will she even know who my sister is?

Frankie reaches across the table and takes my hand, giving me a reassuring squeeze. I close my eyes because I cannot look at that counting timer for another second.

"Hello, this is Blake."

I gasp so loud I choke on the air that I try to breathe in.

I would recognize my sister's voice anywhere.

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