Tiffany
"Your husband—sorry, Larry called a while ago," Amila gently berates herself for calling him my husband. She's right to switch words. I've left him and everything I have ever known for my peace of mind, so of course, she can't call him my husband. But I'm even more surprised that he called.
I dash forward and grab my phone. "Well, what did he say? Did he leave a message?" I ask her, suddenly breathless and nervous.
She hesitates. "It's not important."
"Just tell me," I snap and close my eyes. "Please, what did he say?"
"That…he's gonna find you and make your life miserable for hurting him and his family," she says.
I had expected that from him, but when my sister says it, it breaks my heart. Because a part of me had prayed things would change and I would wake up and see that this is only a dream. I want this to be a nightmare that I will soon wake up from. But this call and this message change things. Cold fear creeps up my spine.
She adjusts herself on the low sofa and licks her lips. "Well, shouldn't you call him back and explain things to him?" She asks. "He thinks you ran away. You can—"