Chapter 10 The Price Of A Truth
- Sometimes the truth doesn’t arrive as a scream. It comes as a whisper at three in the morning. And that night, the whisper was a phone call from a number I didn’t even know I had—hidden in my coat. How it got there was the least of my concerns.
- The number was private. It said nothing. Promised nothing. But I was no longer a woman who feared uncertainty. I was a woman who asked.
- "Hello?"