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The prison call

Author: Mike
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-06-28 13:45:22

The phone kept ringing.

Elma stared at it.

`Enugu Custodial Centre`

That’s all the screen said. No name. Just the prison.

Marian was asleep on the couch, breathing soft. Destiny had her head tipped back in the chair, mouth open a little.

Everyone was safe. For now.

The phone rang again.

Elma’s thumb hovered over `Decline`.

If she answered, Joseph won. If she didn’t, he’d find another way to reach her.

The third ring.

She answered.

“Hello?” Her voice was steady. She didn’t know
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