Chapter 63 The Bitter Cost Of Revenge
- Jessica's POV.
- The phone rang, slicing through the oppressive silence of my small, dingy studio apartment. I glanced at the screen: it was the man I had hired, Sam. My heart raced, both from the tension of the moment and from the residual effects of my recent upheaval. I swiped to answer.
- “Sam,” I said, my voice tight with anxiety and anticipation. “Did you do it?”