Chapter 107 The Carver's Confession

• I pulled my phone from where I’d kept it backstage, the cold metal feeling heavy in my trembling hand. Unlocking it, the screen glared up at me, a portal to the confrontation I both dreaded and needed.
• My thumb hovered over my father’s contact. Not my father. The word felt like ash in my mind.
• Staring at the name, all I could feel was a sickening mix of nervousness and a desperate, clawing urge to get to the bottom of everything once and for all.